#those are just the ones I can think of right now but there are many

[snail-day]

You got this, Nerdjo!

Part One // Next Part // Masterlist

Gojo Satoru was not stalking you. He just happened to be standing in the board games aisle of the popular bookstore near campus. At the same time you were. For the third time this week. Total coincidence. Really. He was just hear for an expansion pack. For Dice. Okay maybe he is here for you. He's been thinking about you since the moment he saw you checking out the Gundam section last week. Really. He wanted to give you his opinion but...he didn't want to seem like a total dick. A mansplainer of sorts.

Oh god, there you are again. Picking up a game. Oh you look so focused. So beautiful. So smart. Wait, is that - oh no. Not that one.

You were reaching for a notoriously convoluted board game, one even Redditors have many complaints about, and before he could stop himself, his feet were moving. Mouth was moving. Everything was moving except his common sense.

Okay, Satoru. Tap the shoulder. Speak. Be your usual charming self. It's just a girl. A very pretty girl. Say something. Be normal.

He tapped your shoulder. Lightly. You turned to look at him with the kind of expression one might give to a stranger who had absolutely no business tapping them in a bookstore. Which, honestly, he didn't have the business to do. Then cleared his throat - loudly, awkwardly - and blurted out:

"Ireallydontthinkyoushouldpickupthatgametherulesaredifficultactuallytherulesdon'tevenmakesenseImeanwhoevencameupwiththem - "

Oh my god. Oh my god. Did I just say that out loud? What did I just say?

First, your brows knit together slowly as you blinked, turning towards him with a touch of confusion and offense on your face.

“You don’t think I can understand… the rules?”

Shitshitshit

His heart dropped straight to his ass.

Going to throw up. Going to throw up. Going to throw up.

How am I fumbling this bad?

He could practically see the social bar above his head draining to zero. As your very pretty, bright eyes stared up at him. He wondered just where did you get those eyes from? His future mother-in-law or father-in-law? Wait no don't be fucking weird.

“No, oh god no! I didn’t mean - uh, that’s not - I think you could totally get it! I mean, you probably solve logic puzzles for fun! You look like you’re really good at thinking! Wait, not that you look like a nerd, but - uh - like, in a hot way - shit, no, I mean - "

End me. Just smite me down right here between Settlers of Catan and Uno.

Waving his hands now, panicking in real time. You, somehow composed, just turned the game box over and calmly read the back, letting him spiral like a dying Beyblade.

“I just meant - it’s a bad game,” he added weakly. “Like, the win condition is unclear and the rulebook has typos and there’s no official errata - it's just, um… bad design.”

You finally looked back up at him. “So what game would you recommend?”

For a second, Gojo just stood there.

You're still talking to me. Oh god. Oh no. You, beautiful and stunning, want my opinion. My professional opinion. I can’t screw this up

“S-Splendor,” Satoru blurted, voice cracking at the edges. “Or maybe Wingspan? No wait. Cascadia? Or - do you like deck-building mechanics? I could make a whole list. I actually have a spreadsheet. A whole reddit. ”

You absolute loser.

But you were… smiling. Just a little. And nodding like you were genuinely interested.

Gojo, poor nerd Gojo, practically short-circuited on the spot.

You ended up leaving the store with a board game you didn’t plan on buying. Not because of the game, really. But because the tall, twitchy, white-haired guy with far too much enthusiasm had somehow roped you into a monologue about probability mechanics, game balance, and “that one time my friend Nanami rage quit a co-op dungeon crawl.”

He was… weird. But kind of charming. In a feral raccoon digging through your trash for affection kind of way.

“So, uh,” he said, hovering beside you outside the store, practically bouncing on his heels, “if you ever want to, y’know, play a game or something - like, totally casually, not like, a date, unless you want it to be, which - no pressure - uh - I just thought maybe you’d be into - um…”

He trailed off. Heart thundering. Couldn't even ask Reddit for Advice You stared. He swallowed. Blinking rapidly, those pretty-blues darted anywhere but you.

“…I run a D&D campaign,” Satoru said suddenly. “Every Friday night. Very low-commitment! Very chill! High-level story arcs. I made all the NPCs. I do voices. I - it’s cool. I swear.”

What are you doing what are you DOING you weren’t supposed to tell them about the campaign yet they’ll think you’re weird this is why you don’t have a girlfriend Satoru you idiot -

But you smiled. Then handed him your phone - little charm dangling off the case. Something cute. You probably picked out without a second thought. God, he’d kill to have matching phone charms with you.

“…Add your number,” you said. “Text me the details.”

He blinked at the phone, questioning how he is worthy enough to text you. Then promptly fumbled it, typed his name with three emojis, deleted them, re-added one, panicked, backspaced everything, and tried again.

You mentioned you had class.

Right. You're busy. That's fine. Yes. He has your number. Oh god why is his heart pounding so loud. Can you hear it? Could you feel it when his hand brushed against yours?

Satoru nodded too fast. Rushed words as you trailed away with a wave. He was left there wondering what your major was. Who you knew. If you'd actually show up next Friday. If he’d just imagined all of this.

When he finally texted you later, it read:

Hey it’s Gojo from the bookstore 🧠 I asked my party and there’s a spot open in the campaign 👀 you’d be perfect. Unless you hate fun. Then we can just play Wingspan lol anyway let me know!! pls 🥺

And before you could even respond, another message came in.

also pls ignore any typos i'm at the gym 💪getting ready for all those monsters we're going to be slayin ⚔️

Friday night. Gojo’s apartment. He had cleaned. Like, deep cleaned. Scrubbed corners no one would ever look at. Decorated the bathroom. Lit a candle that smelled like vanilla and cedar. (He may or may not have spent an hour on Reddit reading forums titled “What candle scents make girls fall in love with you?” and this one had the best upvotes.)

He had set the scene. Maps unfurled like ancient scrolls of destiny. Dice sets lined up in a neat little rainbow offering to the gods of chance. Snacks meticulously arranged in what was supposed to be a dragon shape, though now it looked like a pile with tiny wings. Still. It was the thought that counted.

Everything was ready.

You're coming. Oh god. You're really coming. You're gonna sit here. With me. Maybe next to me. Or maybe not. No - no, no, you can sit next to Shoko. Or Nanami. Shit. What if you like Nanami? Oh my god, what if you like Nanami and not me? He’s got that broody thing.

He paced.

Screw it. Just play my campaign. Laugh at my jokes. Please. Just - please think I’m cool. Just once. Please don’t see through how desperate I am.

He adjusted his glasses. Then adjusted them again. Re-checked his rulebooks even though he wrote half the notes inside them himself. He’d already rehearsed your character’s intro fifteen times. But he did it again.

“…and as the tavern door creaks open, a figure steps through the mist. Cloaked in shadows, yet - no. No, too dramatic. They’ll think I’m trying too hard. Which I am, but like, subtle. Okay. Again - ”

His voice cracked mid-practice. He flopped down into his DM chair, then stood up again two seconds later, muttering, “Nope, can’t sit. Gonna combust.”

They’re gonna be here soon. They’re gonna walk through that door and I’m gonna die. Literally die. Headlines: Local Dungeon Master Dies When Pretty Person Shows Up.

The doorbell buzzed. Satoru physically jolted. Then stood there frozen in front of the door, hands out like he was about to catch a falling star. Or a live grenade.

Okay. Okay. It’s fine. Just breathe. Be normal. Don’t say anything weird. Don't tell them about the custom soundtrack you made for their backstory. Don't confess anything emotionally compromising in the first five minutes.

He opened the door. A stupid smile formed on his face.

Is he blushing? Please don't be blushing. Oh no. They’re even cuter than I remembered. I’m so screwed.

Wearing the coziest hoodie. Carrying a dice bag. Smiling. Beside you - because of course - was Geto Suguru. Satoru’s longtime friend. Fellow player. Tall. Cool. Calm. Hair tied back in a lazy bun that somehow made him hotter. That bastard. Satoru barely had time to panic before you laughed at something Geto said. A soft, amused laugh that curled around Gojo’s ribs and squeezed.

Then it happened. You looked at Geto. Blushed. Just the faintest pink brushing your cheeks. Just a second too long of eye contact. Just enough to punch Satoru square in his already fragile, overly romantic, nerdy heart.

You don’t like him. Right? No. It’s just warm. It’s almost summer. The hallway’s probably stuffy. Your hoodie’s too thick. That’s it. That’s all it is.

“Hey,” you greeted, blissfully unaware of his internal collapse.

“H-Hey!” Satoru yelped, voice cracking at a completely unnecessary octave. “You made it! That’s so cool. That’s - you look. Uh. Dice. You brought dice. Awesome. Good job.”

What the hell are you saying? Shut up.

Geto smiled at him. That smug, easy smile that Satoru had seen melt hearts and start trouble since freshman year.

“You didn’t tell me your new player was cute,” he said, tone maddeningly casual. You blinked. Satoru stopped breathing.

“Oh,” you said, voice softening, eyes flicking away. A little flustered. “Um. Thanks.”

You’re just being polite. That’s not real. That wasn’t real. Right?

Satoru forced a smile that came out more like a grimace. His brain was melting. His heart was clawing against his ribs.

“Haha! Yeah. So anyway! Let’s, uh. Go. Sit. Down. And have a drink. Or a seat. Or both. Whatever people do. When they enter rooms. With other people.”

Oh my god, please shut up. Please shut up. You’re going to die here and your ghost will be a virgin forever.

a/n: if you see any mistakes...no you don't totally not editing this while getting ready for wicked...totally not

[bonsubear]

Reader loves Invincible but hates Mark | #2

a/n: I hope I didn't make reader too unlikable :P I’m literally just pulling these out of my ass with no outline. Also I just wanna keep these silly hsdhah

potential ooc warning cause I’m not confident I portray characters correctly ;;

#1, #2, #?

WC: 2.4k

“Mark, why are you whining about spending some time with your mother? You should be ecstatic, you know.” His mom playfully nudged at him as she pulled into the parking lot of the mall, the parking lot completely packed left and right with cars. “I’m getting scared you’re forgetting about me. I thought you’d be momma’s boy forever.” Debbie sighed, shaking her head as she unbuckled her seatbelt. A light smile on her face.

“You’re using me as a porter, mom.” Mark flatly replied, unbuckling his seatbelt. “I’m happy to spend time with you but it’s obvious you’re using me as free labor.”

“And that’s my right! I carried you for nine agonizing months, I get the perks of having you. Besides, you can think of this as—I don’t know—training.” She shrugged.

“Training?” He deadpanned. “Training for what?”

“Weight training or whatever you want to call it. It’s not like you’ll get tired from a couple of bags.” She nodded, pointing out his viltrumite strength. Debbie pushed the car door open, exiting and Mark simply sighed as he followed his mom’s lead.

His mom suggested (more like she demanded) that he accompany her to the mall. Apparently, a couple of stores were having a sale, and she wanted to check out the potential good deals. Mark is completely fine with this, but it’s pretty evident that he’ll be stuck carrying around all the things she’ll most likely purchase.

“What are you even looking for?” Mark asked, walking next to his mom.

“Anything! So many things are on sale right now at Always21 and f.a.e. We can get some stuff for your dad, couple of my coworkers, and you.”

“I don’t want anything.”

“Don’t say that so soon, we aren’t even in the mall yet.”

His mom was standing next to the escalator, with Mark just right beside her. Just as he had predicted, he was being used as his mom’s personal porter as his hands and wrists were full of different bags of different colors and sizes. 85% of the items were for people Debbie knew like her coworkers or friends while the rest were for her, his dad, and him.

Mark eyed the bags, raising his brow. “How many babies is your coworker having again? This seems a lot for a baby shower.”

“She’s having quadruplets. She’s going to need all of those things—babies grow out of their clothes in a blink of an eye.” Debbie chuckled as she looked at her son’s face, being reminded when he was a chubby little baby who would outgrow his clothes practically every week.

Suddenly, her phone began ringing in her pocket and she was quick to check the caller ID. She released a small groan, shaking her head. “Mark, I have to take this. It’s work. You can put those stuff down and go walk around, I’ll find you later, okay?”

“Okay, choosing work over spending time with your son—got it.” He quipped, the corner of his lips raising as Debbie swatted at him. Mark rolled his eyes playfully, setting down the bags near the bench that his mom took a seat on as she brought her phone to her ear with a furrowed brow.

He strayed away from his mom, walking as his eyes passed various stores. His eyes lazily bounced from one store to another, not really paying close attention to the people in them.

An elderly man sitting at the edge of the wall of a Vicky’s Secret.

A mom struggling to get her two screaming children off the floor of a Smallso

A bald guy staring a little bit too hard at a mannequin who was only wearing underwear inside an Aged Navy

You staring at an anime figurine inside Trendy Topic

A kid trying to reach their hand inside a gumball machine—wait, you?!

Mark Grayson immediately halted, tripping over his feet. His sudden action caused some people walking behind him to curse at him, but he pushed past them as he turned to poke his head back to look inside Trendy Topic. Rubbing his eyes, he saw that you were squinting at a figurine as you stood still like a statue. Obviously deep in thought. The punk rock that was playing in the speakers of the store surrounded you while you softly bit your lip, staring at the figurine—searching for an answer to your problem.

Wow, you looked great. You were wearing a casual baggy shirt and pants, the articles of clothing mismatched and contrasting each other in the ‘worse’ ways—yet is it weird to say that you still looked amazing?

Mark could’ve sworn that he heard his brain take a picture, saving it in his memory files with the rest of the mental images he saved of you.

Blinking, he realized that his feet were already moving towards you. His pounding heart matched with his footsteps as he walked closer to you, his body immediately acting on a weird impulse while his brain tried to come up with things to do once he finally got to you.

Shit, what do I say? Hello? Hey? His mind raced as his eyes flickered from your face to the figurine you were looking at. Thinking of buying that? Is that weird to say? Is that a good opener? Oh man, this is actually the first time I’ve ever seen her outside of school as just me. Me, Mark. Not Invincible.

Grayson had seen you multiple times around the city as Invincible while fighting or simply flying around the city. It was a coincidence that he would see you a few times then and there—totally not because he would keep an extra eye out for you and find any excuse to talk to you.

He totally didn't make sure whenever there was danger nearby he wouldn't be the first one to warn and whisk you away to a safer area, hearing you sing praises in his ear about how much you loved him. He also totally didn't pretend not to notice you as he stayed afloat in the sky yet close enough to the ground so you could point him out and call him with that sweet voice of yours.

No, pfft, totally not. What kind of superhero would he be if he did those down right pathetic things?

"Holy fuck! How long have you been standing there you creep?!" You yelped in surprise, shocking him too as he snapped out of his trance. You looked up at him with your gorgeous eyes, clutching your purse close to you as you stared at him as if he had two heads. "Did you stalk me? Fucking pervert." You hissed, taking a step back as if he had the plague.

"What? No! Uh—I saw you just for a second and wanted to say hi."

"Hi, now buzz off. Don't you have a loaded gun that you should be pointing at your head right now?"

Mark felt a chuckle swell in his throat, his lips quirking up in an amused grin. He should be offended at the harsh things you verbally threw at him, but he couldn’t get it out of his mind how you were all over him as Invincible yet so guarded off toward him as Mark. If he were to reveal his secret identity to you right here and now, how would you react? Embarrassed? Flustered? Hell, what if excited?

He quickly raised his hand to cover it, if you saw him smiling you'd get pissed—

"What are you smiling for? Eugh."

Never mind, you noticed.

"Are you interested in that figure? Uh, I saw you looking at it through the window." He smiled, his eyes shifting to look at the anime figurine that was out on display with the copies underneath it.

"Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy." You scowled, eyeing him as if he was going to mug you at any second. Mark really couldn't help but continue to compare how you act towards him and his superhero alterego Invincible in his head.

You acted so outgoing and bubbly whenever he was dressed up in his hero costume, shamelessly fangirling over him by saying things like, "please sign the marriage papers already!" or "let me take you out on a date, I'll give you my whole college fund!" Yet acted like Mark was the dirt on your shoe whenever he was in his civilian attire.

"Is that a no?"

"... I might be interested in it." You teared your eyes off of him, looking back at the figurine. You glanced at your wallet, and Mark noticed how your eyebrow twitched just slightly. He pursed his lips as he took a second to piece the puzzle pieces together before speaking again.

"Don't have enough money for it?"

"!!!"

You coughed, your cheeks tinting slightly in embarrassment as you took a look at Mark's face—a sly smirk on his lips as he stared down at you. You shivered, he's so freakishly tall. "None of your business, jackass. Go die."

He hesitated before seizing the opportunity to take this as a chance to get closer to you. In school there was never opportunities since you refused to be in any group in him, never needed help with studying, declined exchanging notes—but this? Mark knew you were weak to obtaining new items.

"I can buy it for you." Grayson smiled innocently, trying to appear as friendly as possible. He picked up a box, turning it over to see the price tag. 24.99. "I've never seen this anime before. I'm more of a comic book guy."

"Why the hell would you buy that for me?" You barked, raising a brow as you took a step forward. "What are you tryna get at?"

"Nothing! I just want to do a nice thing for you."

"Your trying to get in my pants, aren't you. Your not getting this fucking cookie, it's for Invincible."

"W-What, no?!" He yelped, his cheeks flushing at the fact you accused him of trying to get into your pants and the fact you were so shameless about basically saying your—uh, as you put it, 'cookie,' was for Invincible aka him. "I, I just want to help you! Nothing weird!?"

"Your a pathetic pervert, I bet you were cooking that up while salivating behind the window, huh? Diabolical."

"No!"

"Then why!"

"I—you—" he stumbled over his words, his eyes darting to the Invincible phone charm that dangled. "Your a huge fan of Invincible—I'm a huge fan of him too! Two Invincible fans got to stick together, right?" He chuckled, sweat dropping at how stupid his reasoning sounded.

You stayed silent for a moment, quirking your brow. "... Your a fan of him?"

"Y-Yeah! A huge one!"

“Prove it.”

“I have pictures of him I can share with you.” Pictures?!

You blinked, and he internally screamed as he was certain that he just screwed up and made him look like an even bigger loser in your eyes. “… What kind of pictures?”

“Like, uh, so many of them. Up close ones, pictures of him back when he just started it without his official hero suit, um, and y’know the works!”

“…How up close are they?”

“Practically selfies?”

“…”

A pregnant silence passed between you, the punk music playing in Trendy Topic filling the air as you stared into his sweating face hard like you were dissecting whether he was telling the truth or not. You took a step towards him, your hateful eyes having a sparkle of something else inside them.

“Really?” Your voice chirped. He immediately recognized the tone of your voice being the same as the one you use toward Invincible, so sweet and filled with admiration. Shivers ran down his back.

“Yeah, yeah.”

You coughed, turning your face away. “I guess even losers can recognize peak.” You mumbled to yourself, but with his heightened hearing he heard it loud and clear. “How many of those pictures do you have?”

“Multiple?”

You squealed, jumping towards him. “Show me them, show me them!”

Oh no. “I don’t have them on my phone—I only have physical copies.” Nice one, Mark!

“That’s even fucking better.” You were practically shaking. With no warning, you grabbed on his arm, holding it tightly as you led him to the cashier register, Mark having a firm grip on the figurine box. “I’ll let you buy that for me if you give me some of those photos!”

Mark sat with you on a bench outside Trendy Topic, the figurine he had just bought in your lap. “I’ll only kind of believe you’re not trying to sleep with me if you prove that you actually have those photos,” You squinted, “If you don’t, let’s just say whenever you see me walk faster.”

“I did not buy that to sleep with you! I am… a super big Invincible fan.” He cleared his throat trying to pretend enthusiasm for himself. “And when I found out you were also one weeks ago, I figured you’d finally want to be friends with me.”

“In your wildest dreams. I’m only tolerating you right now for the photos that you may or may not have.”

“I do have them!” I don’t.

“Well whatever it is, I’ll believe it once I see them.” You huffed, reaching your hand out. “Give me your phone.”

He handed it over and watched you open his phone and into his contacts, entering a series of digits.

“I have to go so text me when you can hand the goods over. Don’t jizz your pants just cause you have my number.” You harshly pushed his phone back in his hands. “My hatred for you is on a slight pause, so don’t mistake this for friendship. Merely an alliance.”

His ears perked up at the acknowledgement of you profound hate towards him. “I don’t understand, why do you hate me?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know!” You huffed, standing up. You jabbed a finger in the air, “I know it must come easy to you, but don’t act dumb. Unless you’re a secret blond under that thick hair of yours.”

“I seriously don’t—“

Before he could interject you already turned on your heel and walked off, leaving Mark sitting on the bench staring at your disappearing silhouette.

He internally groaned at himself—as soon as he gets home he needs to take pictures of himself.

Though, he couldn’t help but get giddy at the fact he had your number now.

Always21 = Forever21

f.a.e = e.l.f

Vicky’s Secret = Victoria Secret

Aged Navy = Old Navy

Trendy Topic = Hot Topic

Smallso = Miniso

[orphicsun]

hi hi

we all know ellie’s a loser but can we pls get some subtop ellie pretty please with a cherry on top :3

warnings: subtop!ellie, use of strap-ons(e!), accidental orgasms

Sex is a timeline, if you think about it in such a way.

The chase: it's either with a lover or a stranger who looks just right underneath party lights and with enough liquid courage in your system. Sometimes, it may be a simple 'are you in the mood?' from your spouse. The build-up: the one thing plenty of men can't seem to understand. You need to take a needle and thread to sex, gently weave in and out before you finish the entire thing. The urgency that pairs with the rise as you try to hold back your orgasm because the way your partner leaves those sloppy kisses on your neck isn't helping. The orgasm being the infamous matter and the usual goal, and then the fall. That steep fall back down to the green Earth.

With Ellie, though? Sex isn't a chronological timeline. It is defined with many pit stops that may affectionately annoy you and altogether frustrate you past your body's needy limits.

Your girlfriend is already on top of you, lounging casually between your legs. Your eyes are glued to the tv. It's something you take interest in, but Ellie is restless.

"Babe.." She pries her hands from underneath your waist from which they were wrapped around and playfully squeezes the fat of your boobs.

"Hm?" You give her half your attention, but it isn't enough. She is now seeking more.

"Closet trip?" Ellie suggests. It's code for "Can I the strap-on from the closet and fuck your brains out?"

You don't bite, though. It's the chase that you prolong. You know it's worth it to savor her, reel her in as she gives this her all. Because the second she is inside your silken heat, you know what happens.

Sex with Ellie isn't chronological.

"Right now?" You play dumb.

Ellie scoffs lightly; you're cute, though. "Yeah, right now. But..you can say no if you don't want to."

But even as she speaks, Ellie deflates and desperates all the same. She removes her hands from your tits to squeeze your sides, and then she simply frees you from her grasp. She is a smart cookie, you'll give her that.

“Sure. Lemme turn this show off.” Ellie is already rushing. to your closet. The chase was a victory.

Ellie's build-up is sliding through your fold and nudging at your clit until she can't stand it anymore, needing to be inside of you. Like I said, the sex Ellie gives you isn't the usual. The foreplay last night was nearly two hours worth, and now you get this.

"Can I put it in, babe?" Ellie offers the question with a neediness to her tone, offering you an out before..well, before the unique process of sex with Ellie.

"You wanna fuck me, Ellie? Are you gonna make me cum?"

She huffs a needy breath, panting like a dog into your ear. "Mmmhmm..wanna feel your pussy, pleasepleaseplease."

"C'mon, sweetie. I wanna feel you inside me already."

Ellie doesn't hesitate to spread your lips with the smooth tip of the toy until your slick coats it. Then she eagerly pushes into your hole, soft whimpers leaving her throat as if she can really feel you around her.

She has to freeze mid-stroke just to collect herself, not even bottomed-out in your tightness. She is losing all train of thought just being inside you, and is honestly a little terrified she may just start pounding into your cunt with reckless abandon. She has to control herself, though.

"Your pussy's so sweet, baby. It feels so good being in you..i love being in you.." she blabbers, half-incoherent.

You stifle a whimper. "Yeah? Can you start moving, Ellie?"

Ellie gives you a quick, enthusiastic nod and immediately begins to fuck you. You can't contain your moans at the feeling of her skin against yours, her own arousal noticeably dripping down the harness and her freckled, pale thighs.

And she fully loses her ability to do anything but move her hips as you leave scratch marks far down her broad back. It's own of your favorite features on her—despite her lean, janky build that you fantasize about when you're alone, her back is a contrast to it, and that is why it's always covered in pink scratch lines.

You're quite close after enough movements. Ellie is eager and fast, but it's that which turns you on. It's the way she mewls while she's deep in your pussy, the fact that she wants to be deep enough to make your cervix feel her the next day. You'll be sore from the sweet little, frankly sloppy thrusts she gives you. It's worth it, though.

But you know Ellie, you've done this many times before. You can't be surprised when she thrusts sputter until she ultimately stops on top of your body. She lets out a soft noise.

"S-Sorry, babe..I got really tired. Mind taking over for me?" She sounds almost like a puppy who got into the trash. It makes you clench around her despite the lack of friction.

"No problem." You find yourself soon situated on her lap, sinking back down onto her. The sight is something Ellie has to take a mental snap of and shamelessly finger herself when thinking of later—your hands supporting yourself so closely together that your tits are pressed in a delicious sight. Your hair is messy from previously just laying back against the pillow and taking her until now, and your lips.. they're moving towards her.

While you and Ellie share a wet, filthy kiss, the back of your thighs meet the edges of her waist. Your hips move slightly back and forth, raising and sinking back down. Your eyes flutter, half-lidded and struggling to stay open. Moments like these are the ones Ellie wants to open her sketchbook for and scratch away, wanting to capture each and every sensation and visual. It's impossible to replicate this moment, however.

Sex with Ellie isn't chronological at all. Before you're even feeling a sign of an impending orgasm from your body, she is shuddering beneath you, her body suddenly squirming before she goes still under you, slumped against the bed. The way you were moving must've rubbed her clit raw underneath her adornment.

You cease your movements. "Did you..?"

She nods and catches her breath. "Sorry. I can finish you off if you need?" She sweetly offers, grabbing your hips with those bony fingertips of hers, ready to flip you back over.

And the cycle begins.

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[womanofwords]

Everybody's Favourite (Part 11)

It started with Dick and Cassandra accompanying you and Bane for a workout session. They'd have to learn more about this chess-boxing if they were going to bond with you, after all.

"OK, Y/N, how about you spar with your . . . assistant?" Bane suggested. "Don't hold back on him. He should know who he's dealing with."

"Are you sure, Uncle Bane? I don't want to hurt him," you said.

Dick fought back a snicker, although it was rather sweet that you seemed worried about him. "It's sweet that you don't want to hurt us, baby bird, but you can use your full strength," he gently goaded.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Y/N!" Dick hastily agreed. "Trust me, big brother can take a hit! Now, hit me with your best-"

WHAM.

Dick felt his insides liquify as your punch obliterated his bowels. What had they been teaching you? What had they been feeding you? How long had you been this strong? Were you on Venom? Even the strangled gurgle of pain tore his intestines up as he fell to the floor.

"Uncle Bane, I thought I was allowed to hit him as hard as I could," you said. "Even he said so."

"There, there, little fighter. Don't worry your little head about it." Bane patted your head while looking at your so-called brother, curled up in a heap on the floor. "Some people just aren't as tough as they think."

Cassandra propped Dick up so he could watch you do calisthenics. You were so poised, so strong, so graceful. Her father would have scooped you up in half a second if he could only see you the way you are now.

"This is so much fun!" you squealed and giggled, as you practiced on the pommel horse.

"You're doing so well," Bane said. "Now, you're going to get off the pommel horse and try doing some pull-ups. You wanna do those cool tricks you saw in Instagram, right?"

"Yep!"

Cassandra and Dick watched Bane coach you through pull-ups with a hopelessly jealous longing. They wanted to coach you through your workouts and congratulate you on your progress, not this calculating, hulking monster that you called Uncle Bane. They were so busy contemplating this that they didn't notice you falling. But Bane didn't.

"Easy there, Y/N. Gotta watch where your hands are going!" Bane said, catching you just in time.

"Thank you, Uncle Bane," you said, eyes starry. "You're so good at protecting me."

And just like that, their hearts shattered.

The moment they were home, Dick burst into tears and had to be consoled by Alfred and Bruce. Cassandra shut herself up in her room and refused all visitors.

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Bruce had his heartbreak moment when he spent a day with you, Two-Face, and Penguin. He watched as you brainstormed ideas and sketched logos with Penguin, already nauseous with envy. That was supposed to be him drawing with you.

"Y/N, I . . . didn't know you had so many professional contacts," Bruce said. "How do you know all these people?"

"I won a lot of scholastic awards," you said. "Sometimes I got money, but a lot of the time, I got a couple of no-questions-asked favours from some really big names. I can have this stuff for free. Free."

"Why wouldn't you tell me you had these connections?" Bruce asked.

"I tried telling you about my day and my achievements, but you were always busy. Alfred came in your place. I think it might be videotaped somewhere in the manor. Alfred taped all my stuff." You went back to sketching logos for the parlour, not paying him any mind.

"That's how smart my little one is," Penguin said. "They've saved us untold amounts of money with these connections. And in the meeting with investors, they'll even act as their own interpreter for the boss. Japanese is such a tough language to learn, and Y/N's fluent. Fluent."

"You're . . . what?" Bruce stammered.

"I have the certificates in a storage room in case you don't believe me," you said. "Sorry about Bruce, Dad."

"You have nothing to apologise for," Penguin said.

Bruce tore the manor apart in search of anything with your name on it. The tapes were found first, then the awards and report cards. He devoured these artifacts of your life, watching and rewatching the sections of awards ceremonies that had you in them, breaking his own heart in a deliciously masochistic way. He should have been there for those times, so you could have had someone to lock eyes onto in the crowd and smile at. But those moments and that version of you were trapped in sections of time, and all he was left with was a version of you that yearned for fatherly love . . . and took it from a wannabe socialite disfigured by Mother Nature herself and his villainous friends.

Oh, he could just kill Penguin.

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Tim and Barbara knew that they couldn't come to your therapy session, but that wouldn't stop them from eavesdropping. "Y/N, we got you something!" Tim called, holding a small box.

You kept your distance, exercising caution like a dog who knows that legs can kick if you get too close. "Why?"

"It's a gift," Barbara said. "We want you to have it."

"It's not my birthday, Barbara." You refused to budge.

"Does it have to be?" Tim opened the box, revealing an enamel ladybug badge. "It's perfect for you. So pretty."

"It is shiny," you admit, being drawn in way too easily. "How do I wear it?"

"Oh, we'll put it on your jacket for you," Tim said, inwardly squealing with glee. "Come here and hold still, Y/N. It'll only last a second."

"Um . . . OK," you said, getting closer to them. As Tim fastened your badge into your jacket, Barbara smiled in a way that she hoped was soothing.

"Make sure to be honest when you're at your therapy session," Barbara said.

Your eyes narrow. "Why wouldn't I be honest?"

"Never mind. Have fun," Barbara said.

You walked into therapy wearing your pin, and Scarecrow immediately took notice. He wasn't sure if you knew it, but that was a listening device. Those Wayne children had undergone a new level of creepy. "Sweetheart, is it just me or does that pretty little pin look like a bunch of little people are using it to listen to us?"

"Little people?" You stifled giggles.

"Yes. It looks like something teeny tiny aliens would disguise their ship as." To up the ante, Scarecrow leaned in close and talked directly to the pin. "Hello, little eavesdroppers."

You burst out laughing. "Uncle Johnny, you're so silly! Nobody's listening through there!"

"I bet someone is," Scarecrow mused, as you laid in stitches on a reclining couch. "Someone small and scared and hiding somewhere dark. Well, they're not listening to anything I tell you! Bruce? Dick? Who's listening to us in here?"

"Don't worry, Scarecrow," you laughed. "None of them would bother listening to me in therapy. They barely noticed me standing next to them."

"Fine. But let's put it in the cupboard. That thing creeps me out," Scarecrow said. Therapy began, and you put it out of your mind.

Meanwhile, deep within the Batcave, Tim and Barbara were frozen in terror. He knew. He'd only seen it for a few seconds, and he just knew that they were listening. But how?

Either way, there goes any chance of listening to the way they brainwashed you.

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Jason and Duke stared each other down, controllers in hand. "I play with Y/N first," Jason said. "Since I'm older."

"We're both older than Y/N," Duke pointed out.

"I know that, idiot. I meant older than you."

"You haven't done anything to make that happen! That's just coincidence!"

"Yeah, maybe you're right. You know what else will be a coincidence? My fist in your face!"

"You punch like a dead guy!"

"And you whimper like a little girl!"

You and Riddler watched with a strange mixture of bemusement and disgust as your brothers wrestled on the floor, you as their unwilling prize. "It's like watching angry monkeys at the zoo fight each other over food, only this is meaningless and pathetic," you muttered.

"I know, it's plain embarrassing." Riddler rolled his eyes. "Psst, little puzzler. How about we ditch the dummies and try out the fun kind of arts and crafts that we like?"

"Thank you," you muttered gratefully.

It took an hour before they realised you were gone. Once Jason and Duke realised that you'd given them the slip, they argued over whose fault it was that Riddler had 'stolen you' and started round two of the fistfight.

They were welcome to it.

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Poison Ivy and Harley were applying a face mask to you with glee as Stephanie watched on with envious confusion. "Isn't this a bit much?" she asked. "I mean, there's already been a mani-pedi and a massage. Y/N is not a doll and doesn't need this much maintenance."

"You shut ya hole," Harley snapped. "Is this how you always talked to 'em?"

"No," Stephanie admitted.

"Then don't start now! Honestly, for a bunch of people who want to make amends with Y/N, you sure are good at being insulting and callous," Harley lectured. "Now, zip the lips and enjoy your spa day."

Stephanie simmered down and focused on the hair braiding. For all of five minutes. "Hey, Y/N, what's your deal with Auntie Harley and Auntie Ivy?"

"I just want female role models," you admit. "Harley and Ivy and Selina are so cool. I've never had real-life female role models before."

Stephanie stiffened. "What do you mean? Cass, Barb, and I have been living in Wayne Manor with you since you first arrived. Do we not count?"

You removed the cucumber slices so you could deliver an armor-piercing line and a withering glare. "No, you don't count. None of you are female role models. You were just . . . present."

Stephanie didn't talk for the rest of the day.

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Damian jumped at the chance to spend time with you. "I suppose you're saving the best for last," he bragged. "You're clearly cleverer than you first appeared."

"Oh, Y/N, I'm so happy you're here!" Selina cooed, stroking your hair. "Why is Damian here?"

"I am bonding with my only blood relative. Problem, villain?" Damian spat.

"Don't talk to my Auntie Selina like that!" you scolded. "Her name isn't villain, Damian!"

Damian wasn't backing down. "Y/N, you don't have to go through the trouble of calling her auntie. She isn't blood. Myself and our father are your only blood relatives."

"That's not true. I still have maternal relatives out there that are courtesy of my mother. Also, with the way and frequency that our father gets around, we probably have more siblings out there that we've never met."

"Don't speak about our father like that!" Damian spluttered.

"Our father didn't know I existed until I was seven, when my mother died and my DNA was taken to determine who my other biological family members were. If he's really going to take such little care, the possibility of other biological siblings should not be discounted."

"What?" Damian's face was the perfect picture of horror. Not being his father's only child was nauseating, to say the least. Except for you, of course.

"Y/N, Damian, one of my cats has died after having kittens and now they have to be bottle-fed every four hours. You wouldn't mind helping, would you? The milk's already prepared and they're being isolated upstairs. The door to their room is marked with a picture of a cat with a halo."

"Understood. I'll get the milk. Damian, could you go up ahead and soothe the kittens while I get them their food?" you asked. Damian nodded and raced upstairs.

You took your time with the bottles. They were glass, and if they broke, there went the kittens' food. You were careful as you ventured up the stairs towards the room with the kittens. The other cats guided you to a lump on the floor. It was Damian.

"Damian, I- oh goodness!" Your younger brother was groaning in pain, a ladder on the floor next to him. He must have climbed it to get away from the cats and fallen off when it lost balance. "Selina! Damian's hurt! Help!"

"Cats did it," Damian groaned. "Cats did it. Caaaaaats. Bad."

Damian got taken to hospital in an ambulance, coming out of it with only a broken collarbone and fractured wrist. From there, it was agreed that contact with the villains by the Waynes would be ended.

They'd all been hurt in the crossfire.

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PAC: How do y’all feel about each other sexual energy ? (18+)

(SINGLE SINCE BIRTH - ERA ~3 )

Haven't slept since last night...

Hello Chérie d'Amour !

How y'all doing ? Hope those last few days have been treating u better than me. When it comes to me is time for me to take a real break. I'm going to be inactive for a month. I am so sorry for my single babe since birth, it was finally your turn to thrive but don't worry, I try to create some good juicy content before I leave for a moment. All readings will be on sale up until this weekend because of recession. I feel like you guys need to catch a break but keep in mind you will only receive the product in May 2025. In April everything will to back to regular prices. That being said, I hope April brings you nothing but success.

MUCH LOVE,

SHESCA.

PILE 1 

YOU : You feel that he has experiences and you are one on his list of potential lovers. I am not going to lie before I even get further, this does not feel like romantic love. It could be platonic love with sex (FWB or sexual arrangement) at least from your side. I don't know if that's how y’all relationships begin or how it was always supposed to be. Ahhh… now lets go. You can sense the deep desire he has for you. Maybe he has prey eyes when he lays them on you. May have possessive  mannerism  with you. Also may tell you to go around and tell others you are his because he hates the thought that anyone can even think they have a chance with you. I just heard: “ You are too pretty for your own good”. You do applaud the fact that he never cares and always show you off no matter the circumstance. Not the type to be disrespectful. May actually be quite the feminist not the performative kind. You may never think he cares so much for women rights because he dont look like it. May have a darker or alternative aesthetic. If not then has the aesthetic of somebody that dont care for women rights : pick up car, bible verse tatted, country accent and love hunting. Actually very emotionally available yet avoidant. Which mean he can express himself and can be transparent with his feelings. Probably dealt with his childhood trauma, not the type to ghost after fucking you. Actually take care of you and give some aftercare. Asking you if you are "ok", before the act and after. Clean you up and tell you he leaves before doing it so you dont wake up feeling funny. Would hate for you to feel use. Avoidant because he can't see himself being in a relationship because he dont think he deserves it. You can feel all this by the way he treats you right but can't seem to give you the title you desire. Want you to be his, act like you are his and don't mess with other people, yet don't want to ask you out properly. You can feel like his manifesting you. What I mean by that, is that you are going to see him grow. From running from you, to trying, to loving you and appreciating you. He wants you, you can see it in his eyes, his actions and his words. You feel like one of most prize objects in his life, he treats you as such and you know that you are all he wants.  Also he has a big dick. To my virgin babe don't worry, he is no monster. Will probably do a lot of foreplay and y'all may also have many nights that all you do is oral sex prepping for the big gun. If you are a virgin, he is very scared of hurting you. 

HIM : 

Before anything : I hear and see you caressing his cheek while saying: “My baby, my baby…” with a sad tone. 

They fucking love is crazy. At first I was unsure and I would be the first to tell you to run the fuck away from something, y’all know me. I don't play those games. 

HE FUCKING LOVES EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU ! The way you look, the color of your hair, your hairstyle, if is curly or not, the color of your eyes, the way it light up, the shape of your face, the face you make when he fuck you, he loves you body, every inch. Clothes or nah, he is fucking turn on all the time when it comes to you. The style you have, nails or nah, lashes or nah, makeup or nah, shave or nah. He loves the sound of your voice, the moan you make when he's thrusting deep into you, the way you talk dirty and the way you tease him with nudes, the way  you end up play hard to get it just for the fuck of it. The reality is you guys meet when he just came out of the dark night of the soul. He just fought suicidal thought maybe even survive an attempt. He may be clean from self harm tendency or his sober from substances. He’s still in woods but his not dancing with the devil no more. You are going to force your way into his life. He is a loner and he dont like to mingle but you are coming in with your zest for life … LOL ! What you don't know is that you are the sun of his life. Just by existing you bring him all the joy, life never thought worth giving him. Don't get me wrong it aint co-dependent. He doesn't live because of you. Nah he lived so he could found you. Going back to him, he is too fucking tired to start fighting his avoidant issue but without realizing it he will be growing with you. You are going to enter his life when he is in the 8 cup era( me : surprise the card did not come up) , like he let go of something but he is not yet sure of the next path but knows he must leave so he did. Your warmth  ( dang all I wanted was the sex … here I am in love reading) is something he yearns for. He will often hit you  up, so he can spend your work break with you in his car so you guys can cuddle. He will hit up after work so he can see you. He will beg to see you. Not for sex just to sleep. If he has night terror, you make them stop. Don't worry you ain't got no super power, it's just because he feels safe in your embrace. In my visions regarding your couple, he is always sleeping. Damn y’all fav spot is your bedroom. Lol … babe don't take it personally but he see you as a liability. No job asking for princess treatment just eating and using all his money. He would love how wet you get. You are going to make him feel like his dick has super power in the bedroom because he can make you squirt. To my virgin no worries is actually bound to happen since he's big and you go that WAP. You guys may develop a size kink together. 

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PILE 2

YOU : You feel as tho he has a breeding kink. He loves nutting in you or loves seeing his cum on your tits, your butt, stomach or your face. A fan of facial. You may have a very pretty face, a bit childish, don't worry he aint a pedophile. You have a round face, very chubby cheek, and round deer eyes, may have a rather coquette or very feminine aesthetic. I am seeing light makeup, you may like to get doll up before y’all fuck. Don't act all innocent; you enjoy seeing the aftermath of y’all encounter. You get all doll up, so you can see the wig lifting (if you wear one), your makeup mush, you lips red, the hickeys on your body  or even like seeing your clothes tear down on the floor after the act is over (me: you guys are literally the representation of the quote : I love pink, violence and sex). You know he has a good sex reputation. He may have been a player until he decided to settle with you. You knew it and he never tried to hide it. If you guys do end up break up, he is forever going to be the best sex you ever had. The man knows what the fuck he is doing. You are not here for the sex tho. He knows it. You are here because he get you. Maybe people around expected you to act a certain way, you may attend private school, may be the oldest sibling in your family, may hold a job with power, whatever the situation is, you are held to a higher standard than the rest. Some of you may be the daughter of a pastor or religious important figure. With him, you get open up and even do stuff that would not be allowed by people around you. Having sex may be forbidden in your family before marriage. You may also smoke with him and drink 2. You guys talk to each other about hardship and he just gets it. The thing is pile 2, is like you guys are living in a golden cage. You have gone through so much trauma but you can't talk about it because there's almost a policy of : “ you hear nothing, see nothing and speak of nothing” in y’all family. I’m hearing the song of Pretty Little Liars. They have a darker aesthetic and they are more of a loner so you would think they are the one with the destructive habits but is all you. Now that I’m thinking about it, you may be the only one smoking and drinking when y'all are together and he just makes sure you don't go overboard. You may actually be the one asking him to go this hard in the bedroom. What's funny (not really), you don't feel like he loves you for you. You think, I am writing black on white, you think he only loves you for your tight pussy. You know I dont stand for BS so imma be very honest babes. He aint the problem. Y’all seriously hate yourself very deeply. It's really sad. I did not say I pity you but it breaks my heart, sensing the depth in which you hate your own gut. You see him as an enemie. Almost as a war weapon … I aint playing Chérie d’Amour. You make me think of the way Katniss thought of Peeta in the book of Hunger Games (the first ones). In reality, you don't think no one could ever love you. 

PS : You also feel like he is very emotional. Is easy for him to cry and he doesn't hide himself when he does so. He would cry a front of a kid show or while listening to the news. He may actually stay from the news because he easily absorbs emotions around that. A truth empath … LOL ! He is very loving in the way he dirty speak, I am hearing: “ Look at me …”, “ Is ok I’m here …”, “ You are doing amazing love …” 

HIM: 

I ain't going to lie, this is toxic. Not the yelling, verbally or physically abusive type of toxic. No breaking each other's spirit . Is more the type he wants to save you from you  and you are incapable to stop destroying yourself. Don't get him wrong, he ain't got no savior complex but he sees so much potential in you… yet all you see is his flaws and nothing is really changing your mind. If he is the one reading … RUN ! But since is you, there's nothing I can do but watch. Congrats you have manifested your first relationship  ( I swear I mean it with no sarcasm). There's a lot of lessons here. This may be your wake up call because you are the one closest on in this PAC getting in a relationship. May even happening this Aries season. Is not a matter of “if” but a matter of “when”. 

He feel like you have a facade because he can sense all you truly crave is softeness. You don't actually want this hardcore sex, you want something softer. Otherwise you will want to be degrated, the fact that you prefer him talking in a softer tone, caressing you and holding you when the act is done shows your true intention. You hide behind that tough cover. In front of people you play the perfect innocent daughter while in front of him you play this though women that nothing sacred anymore. He can also feel that you are disgusted by the fact that you do desire love and affection. He doesn't want you just for your tight pussy. He love the depth you have and the beauty you hold. You are a very pretty babe in his eyes, the prettiest woman he ever laid his gaze  upon. Also he’s in love with the poetic tone you give to your pain. You could quite literally love writing  poems or being a writer in your free time. You may play an instrument or love singing. He enjoys listening to you talking about philosophy for hours even tho he doesn't always agree with you. For him, you guys together are the embodiment of the song : Dark Paradise - Lana Del Rey. He feels like you are wasting your time with him. You deserve so much more than him. He ain't going nowhere. He feels like you only want him close to you just so you can hurt him. You wish you could destroy people around you but instead you keep hurting his love with fake promises and treating him like he is replaceable. He won't leave because he actually enjoys this arrangement.  If it is the only way for him to have you then that is how it must be. He may have a Mars in Scorpio or in Pisces. 

PS : Now I understand, he aint innocent either. While you destroy yourself with hate, substance and sex. He destroys himself by finding people he knows are going to hurt him. Is more than the victim complex, is the martyr. If he aint in pain then he ain't living. Right now in the spiritual world you are like falling stars colliding into each other and nobody is stopping you because there's life changing lessons that must happen. 

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PILE 3 

YOU: You are extremely grateful for all his exes. You thank them for the way they tame his masculinity and raise him to be an amazing bf. You are grateful for his sisters for showing what is it to actually deal a real women. Most importantly his mom for making him a gentleman. You feel like he loves trying new stuff in the bedroom and dont mind doing it in places that are not traditional. Everytime he grabs you, you don't know in which position you are going to be. He may love going round after rounds with no break ( me : Shit that a whole workout). May be the type to start making out in the car in broad day light with the windows down because he never gave a fuck. Will probably introduce you to sex toys, nothing crazy ladies. He ain't your BDSM type at all but his masculinity never was scared of a pink dildo or a rose toy ( amen to that !). You feel like he has multiple options. You see people flirting with him in front of you like you don't exist. You may keep your relationship private because when you post him, people add him with no shame. Also you applaud the effort he put in the bedroom. He put in the work. Coming in with new techniques  like the pillow or the bear hug. There's something about the way his hip moves, like he is going to hit your g-spot like nobody damn business. Over and over again at that. 

PS : Your first relationship may be an interracial one. For him, you're the first woman of that race he actually dated, not that he found you kind ugly, he just never had a chance to date one of y’all. Also don't worry, no fetishes, purely in love with learning your culture with respect. 

HIM :He feels like you have no idea of your sexual needs. Don't get him wrong,  he knows you are a virgin so you don't know how to move but the problem is that you don't seem to even know what you want. It's almost like you have literally no idea what sex is. Like a new concept falling from the sky. You are acting like you are a pre-teen who just now learned about sex. On the other hand he enjoys the way you are spontaneous many claim to be but they are not. There's a difference between being spontaneous and adventurous and people don't seem to know it. He loves the way you are down for anything at any moment. Which he always craved and missed in his last relationship. Going back to what I wrote, he feels like you are like a doll with no opinion. You just go with whatever he says with no real back bone. You don't tell him if you like what he just did. You don't show different emotions depending on different position or touch. You are just here looking at him nodding. He enjoys your moans but would prefer if you could appreciate him more in the bedroom. Don't get me wrong, he doesn't expect you to have the vocabulary of a porn star but tell him he's doing a good job. Telling him is hitting the right spot, telling him he's handsome and telling him you have been craving him. At the end of the day he aint stress because he is sure y’all are going to figure it out. It's just the beginning of your sexual journey and he knows with time and patience you are going to open up to him. 

PS: He knows you are nervous. The first time y’all are going to do it, you may actually be anxious. I see you looking around nervous and having jabbing movements. You will open up about the fact that you are not sure you can satisfy him. What you don't realize is just the thought of you, turning him on sooooo bad. He can't sleep without taking a cold shower because he is always sexually frustrated when it comes to you. You are literally his dream girl. Trust me babe, no need to worry, you are his female fantasy. 

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PILE 4 

YOU : You love the fact that he makes you feel wanted. You feel like you are the object of his desire. He makes you feel like he can't make a move without you in his life. Without you his life ain't complete. He makes you feel super sexy, always begging you for a pic of you. Not caring if it is a selfie, a nude or even just an OOTD. I see you taking a bunch of pictures that you keep in a folder for when he is needy of your presence but can't be near. Also you can sense how he gets no pleasure being in the dominant role of the relationship. For some of y’all, he will take the lead in public. For the other in this pile, he will be walking around unafraid to show how much of a simp he is.For the first type, he may be very tall and loves going to the gym. He cares for the finer things in life, I see luxurious cars and watches. He may work a white collar job and hold a title of power ranging from manager to CEO. Not the time to talk a lot, have a rather deep voice and have a mug face normally. While for the other he’s a student, shorter, may be older than you but have a baby  face. The first one would be the type to text you that he is waiting at your door, giving you unexpected surprise and making sure everyone knows you are taken because he is possessive. While the other may be the type to follow you around, be down with all your sidequest, take your picture like one of your fans and always have this fool expression on his face when it comes to you. You may tell him what to do but he will always pay for everything and give you the princess treatment. They both have something in common, they love to be dominated. Love it when you play with them. Edge theme, tell them “no” just to hear them whine, don't worry it won't be on your first time but will love it when you use toys on them 2. Will love it even more if you bound them in beautiful pink ribbons. Loves when you challenge them not to make a single noise or they wont get to fuck you tonight. They make you feel love. There's not a single doubt in your mind and others that he loves you. By the way he acts, speaks about you when you ain't there or even takes care of you like  you are the most delicate being on this planet. Whether it be with letters, text you poem, buy flowers or when he travels and always comes back with something that reminds them of you. The way they refuse to end FaceTime because they want to sleep and wake up to you. Scream to any women approaching  them that their fucking taken may wear a fake marriage ring to seal the deal because the mere fact that other women may flirt with them piss them off. 

PS : The biggest munch alive. Will literally cry if you don't let them taste your delicious pussy. 

HIM:He knows you are very strict, you don't play mind games. Your standard are high and you don't mind cutting a man off mid date, mid convo or even relationship if you don't feel respected. At the same time he knows your love can never go bad. You are not really the type to talk about the feelings, you are more the type to show it in your actions. The fact that you bake  for him, your eyes light up when you look at him, your voice softens when you speak to him or even the way your body relaxes when you touch him. On the other hand, he still can sense a blockage in you. It's like you are always waiting for him to fail. You never allow yourself to enjoy the bliss of this relationship. Waiting for him to become abusive, waiting for him to start yelling, waiting for him to start breaking shit around or even start cheating. Just so you can say : “ I knew it ! You can't trust this man, frl, frl.” The issue with this way of thinking is undervaluing the efforts put in by your partner and he also makes him feel like he is constantly passing a test. That may be a big red flag for him that he will consider the worthiness in longevity in your relationship. I see him entering the relationship knowing he found the one. I also sense he can let go, if he ever feels like he can't give you what you truly desire.

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link to the article, which is indeed very good.

but until we live in a world where all knowledge is freely accessible, we have to make do with what we have. and that means we should not blame the legacy publication for the actions of the right wing propaganda machine.

the biggest mistake that newspapers made was not charging for online content from the beginning. journalism costs money, especially good journalism. newspapers have always cost money and before we learned to equate "online" with "free" that was not a controversial opinion, at all.

the problem is not that high-quality journalism isn't accessible—i think it's never been more accessible than it is today—but that you have to look for it. a lot of people straight up aren't interested in the news, and many of those who are seek out low-quality sources, because that's what catches their eye/is presented to them on a silver platter. unfortunately, clickbait-y sensationalism has always garnered more interest than reliable unbiased reporting, which is why that style is also encouraged by every algorithm under the sun. (tumblr is not excluded from this btw. some people on here refuse to even click on nyt links thanks to certain conspiracy theories that are functionally equivalent to right-wing "anti-woke" nonsense. but like it or not, and the article touches on this as well, the nyt is still one of the most accurate and reliable news sources in the english-speaking world. which is most of the world. it's the editorial opinion that you sometimes have to take with a grain of salt.)

but the fact is, you can get anything, from newstickers to in-depth analysis, for free. an online subscription to a newspaper of record is often cheaper than netflix. npr is free, and so is the associated press. the bbc is free. propublica is free. pbs is free. the guardian, arguably the most valuable news source out there, is mostly free, and they charge €12/month for an ad-free online subscription. reuters is partially free as well and charges €1/ week or €45 annually for full access. i can get access to the nyt for a full year right now for just €20. same as the wapo. the new yorker is one of the most left leaning among mainstream publications in the us and famous for its fact checking department. they have like 30 people on the payroll just for that purpose. they charge $52 for an annual digital subscription. if you want a stronger left bias, the new republic is partially free and charges $9.99/year for full access. vox uses a pay-what-you-can model so you can subscribe for a dollar a month.*

*correction: vox charges a minimum of $5/month or $50/year.

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blind instinct 0.4 | matt murdock

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synopsis: when you find matt unconscious and bleeding out, your instinct is to take him to the e.r.: good instinct. when they won’t release information on his condition to anyone outside of kin, you lie and say you’re his wife: bad instinct. when matt wakes up from surgery with amnesia, believing when the doctors say you’re married, you play along to keep him safe: you don’t even know how to categorize that one.

amnesia | childhood best friends to lovers | marriage of convenience/fake marriage | slow burn | mutual pining | wc 2.5k

note: this one is a lot longer than usual and literally none of what i planned on happening (there was supposed to be a conversation with a nurse [not claire] and the return of dr. bahl. and also a psychiatrist who got moved from character to throw-away comment) happened. and all of this conversation that happened wasn't meant to; basically matt looked at my planning and smirked and said no thank you. so without further ado...

<- previous chapter

You had all fallen into different conversations, the group avoiding discussing the elephant in the room until finally Foggy can’t take it. “Alright, let’s talk,” he begins once you’re conceivably sure that Matt is asleep.

You turn from your discussion with Luke and Claire to face where he, Jessica, and Karen are standing, having had their own conversation.

“Right,” you agree, forcing a confidence you don’t feel. “Jess, you manage to find anything?”

Jessica scoffs and shakes her head. “There were cops everywhere. Even blocked people from getting in the building.”

You raise your brow. “And that stopped you?”

“No. But it made things a hell of a lot harder. By the time I got there, assailants had been taken away, most of the stuff already bagged. I’m heading back in the morning when there’s less attention. Maybe I can find something they missed.”

You frown in displeasure at that but are unsurprised. 

“Do you have any idea why they attacked Matt?” Karen asks. “You’re the only one to have been there.”

“No,” you admit, frustrated with yourself for the answer despite the fact that it was entirely out of your control. You’re aware of what she’s asking. “They were all knocked out by the time I got there, so I don’t know if they know who he is or if it was just that lawyer Matt Murdock stepped on too many toes.”

“Well, if it was the latter, why not go after me?” Foggy points out.

Luke and Claire share a look. “Maybe you’re next,” Luke suggests.

“Great,” Jessica mutters.

Karen’s expression pinches in worry. “You might want to relocate tomorrow night, stay in a hotel with Marci for a few days.”

Foggy pales and whips out his phone, already headed for the door. “Shit, I didn’t even think about that.”

Foggy now gone, the others turn to you. “I don’t like those expressions,” you say slowly, already nervous.

They exchange glances until finally Claire puts a hand on your shoulder. “Look, while you and Matt were talking, we were trying to figure out the best way to move forward, considering the amnesia.”

“And?” You have a very strong feeling you won’t like where this is going.

“We think it would be for the best if you… played along with the marriage thing. When he gets out, he goes to your apartment.”

You laugh.

The group, once again, exchanges looks. “Seriously,” Foggy agrees as he walks back in, halting your nervous laughter. “You can’t tell him.”

“Why not?” 

It’s Jessica who pipes up, now. “For his safety. Matt doesn’t remember being… anything, so he isn’t prepared if they’re coming after him. Until he remembers, it’s safer to keep it all a secret.”

“So we don’t mention his extracurriculars, okay. Why does he have to still be married to me, though?”

“We can keep an eye on him better that way.” Foggy again. “There’s someone with him if something happens before Jess can figure out who did this. Plus, Matt’s an idiot—what if he decides to become a vigilante again, independent of us telling him? He sure as hell didn’t tell anyone last time. This way, we’re aware.”

“What, so this is just a unilateral decision? I don’t get a say?” By their expressions, the answer to that is no. The anger drops, gives way to exhaustion, and you scrub your free hand, the one not currently tangled in Matt’s locks, over your face. It falls away, and you grimace. “I don’t like this.”

“Nor do any of us,” Karen comforts. “But you made a choice, and… moving forward, this is the best option we see.”

You see their point, really, you do. Matt is a genius but his common sense is a little… lacking, especially when it comes to himself and his health. You sigh, hand stilling in Matt’s hair as you fiddle with your grandmother’s rings between your thumb and ring finger. “Alright.”

“Alright?” Foggy parrots, not expecting the easy acquiescence.

“Only until we find out who attacked him,” you clarify, eyes narrowed, subconsciously resuming your earlier motion of running your fingers through his hair repeatedly. “Or when his memories return. Whichever happens first.”

“If his me-”

“When,” you cut in. “When, Foggy, when they return.”

Foggy looks like he’s going to further argue that point, but Claire jumps in first. “Deal.” 

“Deal,” you agree. “And Jess?”

“Yeah?”

“Find the bastards quick. Please.”

You don’t know when you fell asleep. The others had talked for a little while before heading out—first Claire, returning to work, and Luke leaving with his girlfriend before heading who knows where; then Jessica, to investigate; Foggy, to check on Marci; and Karen, to… these days, you don’t even ask.

You wake up to the sound of nurses moving around, monitors beeping. You let out a groggy grumble as you lift your head from where it was resting in the crook of your elbow by Matt’s thighs. The brightness of the room causes you to wince.

“Apologies, Mrs. Murdock,” one says. 

“‘S fine,” you manage to respond to him, embarrassed at how you look. You look at Matt, who seems a lot cleaner than when you fell asleep. “H’re y’ feeling?”

Matt chuckles. “From how you sound, I feel like I should be asking you.”

“Matt,” you reprimand, a little more awake and alert now.

His smile turns thin. “Well, I still don’t remember anything.”

“Oh.” Your stomach sinks, but you force a smile back on. It’s better for him if he doesn’t, you remind yourself. “That’s okay. Other than that? Did they let you shower?”

“Not yet. Gave me a sponge bath, though.” His smile grows more strained, obviously uncomfortable with the idea, so you reach for his hand and squeeze it for comfort.

He maintains his grip when you try to pull away, prompting you to stop. He turns your hand over in his hand, feeling over the rings. “I got you these?”

You clear your throat. “No, uh, they’re my… my grandmother’s.” You quickly change the subject. “Uh, let’s get you caught up on the major events since 2012. Uh, 2014, you quit working at L&Z and dragged Foggy along with you.” And became a masked vigilante while you were at it, you think but don’t say. “A few months later, you guys started Nelson & Murdock. You remember Karen, one of the people that stopped by yesterday?”

Matt furrows a brow, thinking. “Vaguely, I think so.”

“Yeah, she was your first client.”

“Really?”

“Yup. Framed for the murder of a coworker, then someone tried to kill her in her cell, she had a pretty rough go of it.”

“Why?”

“Found some inconsistencies in the accounts, figured out some stuff people didn’t want to know. Someone got the data to the New York Bulletin and she was acquitted. Whole company got absorbed into another corporation.”

“And continued doing the same thing, I’m guessing.”

“Got it in one.”

“What about the others that were here?”

“Well, Jessica Jones is a similar story—you met when she was framed for murder, also stole evidence, but that one was real.”

“Are my friends all just former clients?” Matt jokes, although you can tell he’s a little disconcerted at the idea.

“Well, Luke was Foggy’s client, if that helps.”

He huffs out something close to a laugh. “Not sure it does, but thanks. What about the last one? The… nurse, right? I think she came in earlier, while you were asleep. Before the psychiatrist.”

Dang. How long was I asleep for? “You met Claire when you… passed out, she’s a nurse and took you to her apartment to help fix you up.”

“Passed out? Why? And why not take me to the hospital?”

Your smile strains. “She comes from a low-income area. Not everyone can afford a hospital, and it’s not like you were conscious enough to tell her whether or not you could.”

“You dodged the first question.”

“I’m well aware.”

“Okay, then,” Matt allows. “Just… I don’t have seizures or anything, do I?”

“Nope. Just chronic stupidity that sometimes leads to you not taking care of yourself well enough to make it home without passing out.”

“...That unfortunately tracks.”

“Yup.” You pop the ‘p’ awkwardly. “There’s a lot of other stuff to catch up on, so, uh… what questions do you have? What’s most important to you to cover?”

A shit-eating grin forms on his face. “I pray thee now tell me, for which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?”

You gape at him, and if he weren’t injured you’d whack him with a pillow. “You can’t remember the past decade, but you can remember a line out of Much Ado About Nothing?”

“You only read it to me fifteen hundred times when you were memorizing your lines back at St. Agnes.”

“That-” you point a finger, “is not my fault. You could have left at any point.”

“And do what? Get in another fight?”

“You do seem to have a knack for that.” You gesture to his current state. “Although I must request you don’t get into any more. You wanna go to the gym, punch some bags, be my guest, but walking in and finding you bleeding out is not on my list of desired repeat experiences,” you joke.

Matt is silent for a moment. When he speaks, it’s a lot quieter. “You found me?” 

Shit. You hadn’t meant to let that slip. “...Yeah.”

“They said- I thought- When I woke, they told me you weren’t there.”

“I wasn’t,” you confirm. You search through your brain to find a way to word things so you aren’t technically lying. “I, uh, went back to my apartment. My lease ends soon, and most of my stuff is still there, hasn’t been moved to yours. I needed to grab something. But, uh…” you let out an awkward, slightly self deprecating chuckle as your breath quickens. You teeter on the edge of panic as you recount the events of the night, still traumatized by the scene, but try to maintain your composure. “Left my purse at the apartment, so I had to go back. You weren’t answering, so I freaked and broke in-”

“Wow, breaking and entering,” Matt interrupts with a joke, hand squeezing yours. To help you center yourself. You give him a brittle smile, grateful for the attempt to calm you. “Need a lawyer for that?”

“One not on bedrest, probably,” you tease, pausing to breathe. When you’re able to speak again, you give Matt a nod of thanks. “Oh, uh, by the way, you, uh, I know about the… sensitivities.”

Matt’s a little guarded at that, before forcing himself to untense. “Makes sense. We’re married, I figure I would have told you.”

“Well…” you worry your lip. “It’s not just me. Everyone in the… friend group, for lack of a better term, knows.”

“Why?”

“You’ve gotten a little more open in the past years.”

Matt scoffs. “That’s a lie.”

“No, it isn’t.” You brush a thumb back and forth across his hands. “You’ve had some… setbacks, some big mistakes, but you’ve grown a lot, Matty. You’ve gotten better at letting people in. You’re still by no means the best, but you’re better at it than you used to be.”

He’s silent for another long moment, before prompting, “So. You broke in?”

You allow him to change the subject, as he did for you before. “Yeah. Decided to follow in your delinquent footsteps.”

“Hey! I never broke the law!”

“Assault isn’t illegal any more? Battery?”

“Extenuating circumstances.” You raise a brow at his defense. “...I see your point. Touche.”

“I don’t think you see much of anything,” you tease.

Matt chuckles again, but motions for you to continue. You sigh, picking a spot on the wall to stare at. “You were- there were some other guys. Unconscious. You were in the remains of your coffee table-” here, Matt winces, probably imagining his back through said table, “and a lot of blood. I wish I could say more theirs than yours, but…”

“Hey.” It’s only when he wipes away a tear that you realize you’re crying. You sniffle slightly. “I’m sorry you had to see that.” His voice is gentle, soothing.

“I, I thought-” you choke slightly on a sob. “G-d, Matt, I thought you were gonna die on me. 911 was taking so long, and you didn’t stay awake, and you were- I was- I-”

“C’mere.” He shifts slightly, pain flashing across his features for a second before he suppresses it. 

“Matt-” You don’t want him in pain, nor do you want to 

“Please.” It’s that and his lethal puppy dog eyes that prompt you to sigh and comply, sitting on the bed and scooting closer to him. It’s nothing you haven’t done before—you grew up together, and Matt is a very tactile person, so you’ve cuddled before—but the context, pretending to be his fake wife, makes it all feel… different.

Matt wraps an arm around you, tugging you closer, but you resist when he tries to get you to lay your head on his chest. “Line drawn here.”

“Okay.” He sighs but complies. “How much have you slept?”

You check the clock. “About four hours,” you realize in surprise. Before that, you were awake for… well, a while. You had gotten to the apartment around 21:45, then there was ten minutes for the ambulance to get there and twelve minutes back to the hospital, Matt was rushed to surgery and that took about two and a half hours, and then there was another hour before you could see him. Then probably another hour and a half before you fell asleep, around 03:15, and now it’s 7:19. Combine that with having woken up at six the morning before and the trauma of the night before, and it’s no wonder you’re exhausted.

“Well, I’m tired, and you’re tired, and you feel like you have dried blood in your hair, which I now realize is mine, and I’m going to take a wild guess and assume that extends to your skin and clothes, which can’t be comfortable. So we’re going to take another nap until Foggy gets back here with whoever the other people mentioned earlier were, and then you’re going to go home and shower and change and get some food in you and come back.”

“You’re in a hospital bed, aren’t I supposed to be giving you orders?”

“I’ve got nurses for that. I’ve only got one wife, though, and I’d rather not lose her because she was so focused on me she forgot about self-care, okay?” “Mkay,” you murmur, already drowsy again, but can’t help the guilt when he says the word ‘wife’. Your last thought as you drift off again is a sad and you don’t even have that.

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Had an idea that I can’t think too much about without it fucking me up so I’m offering y’all the bare bones

Charles gets made alive again as the consequence of an accidental wish. They’re never quite sure who heard the wish; a djinn, a monkey’s paw, a fey, a powerful witch, a god, an Endless. It doesn’t really matter, in the end. A wish is a wish.

The thing about being alive is that you can’t remember being dead. Mortal minds fundamentally can’t comprehend it, they’d snap under the strain, and whoever granted the wish, they seem to have been kind, more or less. They made sure Charles remembered nothing of being dead except for the traditional white light that is all mortal minds can hold on to. And they made sure he was able to more or less seamlessly fit into modern life, despite effectively appearing from nowhere with no records, via having him take the place of a 16 year old who had just died. They fix him up with Life so fully that he doesn’t even count as having had a near-death experience. A remarkably thorough job, really.

You may have noticed the issue.

Crystal, at first, thinks it should be an easy fix. She can go and tell Charles what’s happened, maybe they bop him on the head so he can see ghosts, and they become the One Dead Boy One Living Boy and One Psychic Girl Detective Agency.

Edwin has to stop her physically, in the end.

Because they can’t. They can’t remind Charles of his afterlife. They can’t risk those memories coming back, breaking through whatever barrier the wish-granter placed. They can’t risk Charles’s brain melting in ways he would never recover from, might even not recover from after his eventual death.

They can’t do anything.

For several years, Edwin and Crystal and Niko run the Agency together. It’s rocky, but Niko provides just enough of a stabilizing influence to keep Edwin and Crystal from killing each other. The girls grow out of it eventually, move on to the wider mortal world, and Edwin works solo for only a few months before putting up a Closed sign on the Agency door.

Charles has married, by then. A wonderful girl, a spitfire, clever and sharp. Edwin moves in to the empty lot across from their house, and he waits.

He waits as Charles has two children, who are warm and clever and sharp and brave. Too brave, too reckless; Edwin saves their lives half a dozen times, from falling out of trees, from fights they shouldn’t have gotten involved in, once from a riot cop putting down a protest.

He waits as the children grow up, moves with Charles when he and his wife become empty-nesters.

He waits as Charles becomes more and more respected in his profession, and finally retires with the greatest of honor; moves with Charles again to a house by the sea. Charles always liked the ocean.

He waits as Charles’s wife gets brain cancer. Three years later, he waits at her bedside, his hand on Charles’s shoulder, unfelt. He ducks out of the room just as Death comes, and then back, holds his arms around Charles for hours as Charles holds his wife’s cooling hand, and he knows his ghostly touch is making Charles shiver but he can’t bring himself to let go.

He waits as Charles’s grandchildren get older.

He waits as Charles gets Alzheimer’s, and sometimes when Charles stares into the distance it seems like he’s staring at Edwin, but Edwin can never quite be sure.

And finally, one day, it’s time to stop waiting.

Edwin sits at Charles’s bedside, hand over his, in a chair left empty between the children and grandchildren, because many of them can see him, by now. He’s told them he’s Charles’s guardian angel, and that they must never, ever tell Charles.

He sits, and he thinks he’s never been more terrified in all his existence, even in Hell, even when he was dying himself.

He sits.

Charles closes his eyes.

Charles sits up.

Charles opens his eyes again, and they look right where they should, like they’ve been pulled by a magnet, like they’re pulled by destiny.

“Edwin? Are you all right?”

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I’ve always like the idea of Batdad working at the Asylum when he and Bruce get a divorce but then one day on patrol Batman gets hit by a fear toxin and Robin is not around so the Asylum picks him up and Batdad helps him

The days drag on in Arkham Asylum. It is a monument to the grim state of Americas mental health institutions. Everyone thinks that Arkham Asylum is filled with the worst of the worst and sure the Joker and his ilk have graced the halls more times that can be counted, but there are people here real people who needed real help. Nobody wants to give them that help though to scared of the possibility of murderous psycho clowns and not worried nearly enough about those who have no one else who can help them.

You weren't a fighter, but in these halls you could find some way to help even if it was just a little. Helping people through their wost moments and helping them get their lives back was the ultimate goal and you worked at it everyday of your life.

Of course the main trouble makers could never give you a break. Scarecrow had decided that he wanted to break out and gassed the entire asylum as a parting gift. Great just fucking great. Now you're stuck in your office with a gas mask on trying to wait for the air filters to kick in and finally filter out the fear gass that had been released.

You needed a plan for tomorrow. So many mentally fragile people who were exposed to fear gas made to relive some of their worst traumas once again. You reached to pinch the bridge of your nose before you realised that the gas mask was still on your face. You needed to start thinking about what you would have to do to help your patients through these next few days of recovery.

A pounding sound at the door of your office forced you out of your thoughts. That wasn't right. The all clear signal hadn't been gven over the speaker which meant that Batman, Robin, and Nightwing hadn't contained Scarecrow and it wasn't safe to come out of your office yet. No one was supposed to be able to get this far into the building during a lockdown. You were trapped in your office with no way of getting out.

The pounding at the door continued louder and louder almost frantic at this point like whoever was on the other side was desperate to get in. God what if one of your patients had been left trapped in the chaos of a breakout. High on fear gas with no idea what was going on or where to go. Then again it could also be one of Scarecrow's goons trying to rip you a part and display your head on the gates outside.

You were going to have to make a decision though because whoever was out there was going to break the door down and then you'd have no way of keeping yourself safe during this breakout.

"Y/N!" Was yelled from the other side of the door followed by more crazed pounding. "Y/N! Please" You froze. It was Bruce and he sounded scared, desperate even. This could still be some kind of trick, but the situation was beginning to become more and more clear.

You inched your way towards the door just as you heard what sounded like something or someone being throw at it at full force over and over and over again. Bruce was throwing his body against the reinforced door. Bruce who was trying to stop Scarecrow with Damian and Dick. Bruce whose voice wasn't muffled through a respirator or gas mask. Bruce who was probably high on fear gas right now. Bruce who you haven't seen or spoken to in nearly 5 months.

"Batman is that you. You need to stop." You finally said while you stood around 6 feet from the door.

"Y/N! Y/N I'm here I've got you, I'm going to save you this time I promise." His voice was shaking like he was crying and couldn't hold his calculated facade any longer.

"Batman I'm fine, but you need to stop tryin to break down the door okay I-I'll open it and let you in okay, but you need to calm down." Your hand is hovering over the locking mechanism for the door not bad considering it's been able to hold off a berserking Batman.

"I'll save you, I'll protect you I promise." He sounds like he's having a breakdown on the other side of the door, but at least he's stopped trying to break the door.

You unlocked the door and then finally turned the knob. The door almost immediately collapsed inward because of Bruce's weight leaning against it you were never a weak man, but he was 6'3 and 200 lbs. When he finally realized that he was standing in front of you Bruce tackles you to the ground almost immediately.

You yelp as you're forced underneath the sheer mass and size of him. He's looking down at you now his cowl was still on, but his mouth was completly visible so you were right then no respirator or gas mask.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I couldn't protect you I'm sorry." He's crying and tears are starting to flow down past the cowl and he's trembling on top of you.

"Batman I'm right here see I'm okay." You try to reassure him, but it's nearly impossible.

"No, no I couldn't save you, I couldn't protect you, all I've ever been good at is hurting you. You were right." He's dropped his head onto your shoulder and now his entire body is covering you completly.

"Bru-Batman you're just not well right now do you have an antidote for the fear gas." You've started to drop your hand down to his utility belt trying your hardest to reach towards the areas where you remember him keeping his antidotes only to find them completly empty.

"No, I'm a failure of a man I couldn't even keep you safe." Okay then Bruce isn't going to be of any help then what else could you do.

"Batman do you have your comm still on." You ask him if you're lucky his comms still on and you can let whoever is on the line know that he's in your office and needs an antidote. Bruce, however, has gone nearly completly nonverbal and is simply shaking and whimpering on top of you.

Okay one last thing you can do then. You reach your hand slowly along the edges of the utility belt until you finally found what you were looking for. An emergency beacon. You click it and then allow yourself to relax where you were. There was nothing you could do, but wait here for help to come. You reached up and began to rub slow circles into Bruce's back as you waited for help to come. You don't even think he could feel it mostly it just made you feel like you were actually being useful in some way.

Finally after what felt like hours you felt the presence of two people in the doorway to your office that you hadn't been able to close when Bruce came in.

"Welp, I guess that does make sense." You heard Dick say from the door way. "Sorry about this Y/N we lost track of him and couldn't get in contact." He's walking closer and until he's finally bending down in front of you in the Nightwng costume with a respirator over his face.

"Its no problem Nightwing just please give him the antidote and get him off of me. I've lost feeling in my legs." You can see the smile begin to spread across Dick's face when he looks at you two together God this was all so much easier when you didn't have to interact with Bruce.

"Come on lovebird time for your medicine." Dick said as he pulled a syringe out and pulled down Bruce's cowl. He injected the antidote into Bruce's neck and then turned to call toward the other presence in the doorway. "Robin come help me get him back to the batmobile okay."

So that's who you felt in the doorway the new Robin pads over towards you and Bruce.

"Tcht. Father this is unbecoming of a man of your standard." You can see him out the corner of your eye the grumpy little face he has on reminds you so much of Bruce it nearly makes you want to vomit.

"Don't judge him to hard Robin fear gas makes you do crazy things." Dick says. He's pulled the cowl over Bruce's face and has begun the process of pulling him off of you.

"Come on Bruce up we go now." Dick has had to physically seperate Bruce's arms from around your waist and is now trying to keep him from wrapping back around you. When they're finally up they slowly start to shamble out of your office together as you begin to pull yourself off the floor.

"I am to understand that you and my father have seperated because of me." You nealry jump out of your skin. You really weren't expecting Robin to still be standing next to you. Dick nearly drops Bruce on the floor out of shock. "Robin that was out of line."

"Its fine Dick really." You look Damian in the eyes. "Is that what he told you?" You can't see the his eyes under the domino mask, but you're almost certain he's rolling them.

"No, but I'm not a fool I know that you were there before my arrival and then you filled for divorcr after I had begun to live in the manor." He talks like a little gentleman it makes you smile a little.

"I didn't leave because of you Robin. I left because of him no one else was at fault and you are a child you had no say in any of this."

"I am no child do not treat me as such I understand more than you likely do. If you do not wish to admit the truth then fine." He turns then and stomps past Bruce and Dick.

"I'm sorry about that. We're still trying to teach him how to be a lot gentler with his approaches." Dick says.

"Its nothing Dick he's a child I understand." You turn your head out the window and can finally see the beginnings of the sun coming up over the Gotham skyline. "It was good to see you Y/N call me sometime you were like a father to me to you know."

"I will Dick I'm sorry"

[thekhloediary]

Hate That I Love You

Nicholas Chavez x Reader

Hi guys! So I wanted to challenge myself and write a fic that was more than just smut (it’s still here lol) but with a lot more plot, slow burn, and fluff. What did Taylor say? It’s a love story. I really, really enjoyed writing this one and hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think! -Khloe ♡

❝ Some feelings never go away…❞

I wanted him to tell me that he would always love me. I really wanted him to understand. I knew that I was breaking his heart along with mine, but I still wanted for us to be okay. If only we could have just been okay. Maybe that was unrealistic. Maybe it was just wishful thinking. I just know I never wanted him to hate me.

But what I wanted wasn’t what I got.

You’re so fucking selfish were the words that hit me hard. The explosive sound of the door slamming hit me even harder. It was the sound that rang through my ears and echoed through my heart long after he was gone. The sound that told me that we were really over.

And it was all because of me.

All because I chose my dreams. Why couldn’t he just understand that choosing what I loved didn’t mean that I didn’t love him. I loved him so much. But ever since I was a little girl in my first ballet class, all I wanted to do was dance. It was my joy, my passion, and when I got into the performing arts school of my dreams, it was no question. I had to go. But going meant transferring schools and moving across the country to New York. It also meant leaving him.

It had been three years since I left, and while I didn’t regret leaving, I still had those unavoidable moments where ‘what ifs’ occupied my mind. What if we never broke up? What if we had made it work? What if we were still together now? What if…

The truth was, I never stopped missing him. I had a lot of things that made me happy—dance, school, an exciting job, an amazing apartment, and a great group of friends. But I still felt incomplete, like a puzzle with a missing piece. No matter how much time passed or how happy I was in life, there was a dull ache in my heart that never seemed to completely go away.

I still loved him.

I probably always would.

He was my first real love—the one who I thought I’d be with forever. The one who was impossible to forget. I can still remember our first encounter like it was yesterday. I was 18 and at a college party that my best friend talked me into going to. I wasn’t much of a party girl and I rarely drank, but I decided to go with her, and it ended up being the best decision ever because I met him.

Nicholas.

The party was still going strong well into the night with no sign of ending anytime soon. I was ready to go, but my best friend had told me another hour, two hours ago. We shared many similarities, but when it came to partying, we were very different. My best friend was the definition of the life of the party, while I had a good time at parties, but I definitely didn’t party hard.

I was sitting on the couch with a soda when someone came and stood right in front of me.

“A soda?” he spoke, his voice low and teasing.

I looked up to see the most handsome guy looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

“What��s wrong with a soda?” I asked, glancing at the canned soda in my hand before returning my attention to him.

“It’s a party. What fun is a soda?” he smirked.

“Oh, I didn’t know beverages had fun,” I said with a small laugh.

He smiled and chuckled. “No? Have you not met beer? How about vodka? She’s a real good time,” he joked.

“I’m not much of a drinker,” I admitted with a shy smile.

“That’s cool,” he shrugged easily. “Be the exception.”

I couldn’t stop laughing. He was really charming and funny. And he was insanely attractive. He had the most perfect smile and the dreamiest brown eyes I’d ever seen.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked, already taking a seat beside me.

“Now what if I had said no?” I teased, turning to face him fully.

“You wouldn’t have,” he told me with a knowing smile. “You’re happy for the company. You and your soda looked so bored when I was walking past, I just had to come over. I would’ve felt bad if I didn’t.”

“Enough about my soda,” I laughed. “What are you drinking?”

“Rum and coke,” he raised his cup and gave me a playful smile. “See? I like soda too.”

I laughed again and then leaned in a bit. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“What’s that?”

“I’m not really big on soda either. I wanted a bottled water but there wasn't any in the cooler.”

He let out a disapproving sound and shook his head. “You’re killing me.”

“I know,” I pressed my hand against his chest and tapped playfully. “I’m sorry.”

I don’t know why I did it. It was a bold move touching him like that, but something in me wanted to. He lit a spark in me. He looked down at my hand and then back up to eyes with a smile that indicated he didn’t just mind it—he liked it.

And I already found myself liking him.

“So, tell me, does the pretty girl with the soda have a name?”

I blushed. “Y/N.”

He smiled. “Nicholas.”

That was how our love story began. I couldn’t imagine if I decided not to go to that party or if Nicholas didn’t come up and talk to me. The stars were aligned when we met that night; they brought us together, and every day for the next two years felt like a dream come true.

Then came the dreaded day when it went away.

Back in the present, I shook away the memory and gathered my things before leaving the dance studio where I worked. I had just finished teaching a class and didn’t have another until tomorrow. The rest of my day looked like rest and relaxation.

Before heading home, I made a stop at one of my favorite coffee shops. They made my favorite iced matcha latte, and whenever I was in the area, I couldn’t resist getting one. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted me as I entered. It was a little busy with the afternoon rush, but patience was a virtue and their matcha was the best, so I didn’t mind.

After placing my order, I stepped aside to wait. I was scrolling through my phone when I heard the barista call out a name that made me look up. I nearly dropped my phone when I saw who was approaching the counter. My eyes had to be deceiving me. There was no way it was actually him. But the more I looked, the more I realized I wasn’t seeing things.

It was really him.

It was Nicholas.

Shock was an understatement. I was frozen in place, like a deer caught in headlights. I had no idea how to react, and it seems that Nicholas didn’t either when he saw me. He was visibly shocked and didn’t move for what felt like a long time. The barista called his name again and he politely apologized, snapping out of his trance-like state.

I know it was the last thing I should've been focused on, but I couldn’t help but notice he picked up two cups and wondered who the other was for. Was he seeing someone now? Of course he was. It had been three years and any girl would be lucky to have him. I was lucky. The thought of seeing him with someone else now hit me like a punch in the gut.

When my legs finally decided to move, I grabbed my almost forgotten matcha and walked over to Nicholas. My heart raced as I stood in front of him. He was still so unbelievably handsome, even more so now. How was that even possible?

“Nic?” I said his name disbelievingly, still trying to convince myself that it was really him. “What are you doing here? Well, not here in the coffee shop… I mean here in New York,” I rambled and suddenly felt like an idiot when all he did was stare.

I’m not sure what I was expecting, but this was the worst. Was he really not going to speak? Not even a hello? At the very least, I thought I would receive a greeting. This coldness wasn't something I was prepared for. Unsure of what else to say or do, I just gave him a small smile that he didn’t return. And he still hadn’t said anything. The silence was growing more uncomfortable, and I was seconds away from leaving when I heard an approaching voice that I instantly recognized as his sister’s.

“Y/N! Oh my God!” she exclaimed, her voice bubbling with excitement as she pulled me into a hug.

I hadn’t seen Nicole since before I left for school. We still kept in touch through social media, but we obviously weren’t close like we’d been when Nicholas and I were together. I knew through Instagram that she was getting married, and then it dawned on me that was probably why they were here in New York.

“Look at you. Still so pretty, girl,” she smiled.

“No, you,” I smiled back.

She grabbed one of the drinks Nicholas was holding and took an eager sip. “Hello caffeine. Exactly what I needed. This morning has been so busy.” She then squealed excitedly, “I’m getting married tomorrow!”

“Congrats, Nicole.” I said, genuinely so happy for her. “I know it’s going to be so beautiful.” Inadvertently, I looked over at Nicholas, who was now looking down at his phone with an expression that said he wanted to be anywhere else but here right now.

“Thanks, Y/N.” Nicole smiled and then her eyes suddenly lit up. “Wait, are you busy tonight? We’re having a bowling party instead of the usual rehearsal dinner. It’s gonna be a lot of fun. You should totally come.” She glanced at Nicholas. “We would love that. Right, Nic?”

“Sure.” He finally spoke, not even bothering to look up from his phone.

He didn’t want me to go.

I didn’t either.

But since she invited me.

“Okay,” I agreed despite myself.

“Great! I’ll send you the address and see you tonight.”

I gave her a parting smile before I made my way to the door. I couldn’t help but notice Nicholas still had the same tight expression on his face when he finally looked back up. With a heavy sigh, I pushed the door open and left.

It wasn’t too late to change my mind, right?

I should have and just made an excuse that I couldn’t make it. That’s really what I wanted to do, but later on when she sent me the address and expressed her happiness, I decided to go.

When I arrived at the bowling lounge, the party was well under way, with music and happy sounds of everyone enjoying themselves. I sent Nicole a text to let her know I was here, and she met me at the entrance a few moments later.

“So happy you made it,” she said, giving me a quick hug before adding, “I know it might not seem like it, but my brother is too, even if he doesn’t want to admit it.”

I wanted to believe it, but the earlier encounter with Nicholas in the coffee shop didn’t give me much assurance that it was true. I hoped for the best but anticipated the worst again.

We walked over to the bowling lanes and she introduced me to everyone, a few familiar faces. They were all wearing matching bowling shirts and reality struck me that although I was here, I wasn’t a part of their lives anymore, no matter how much I still wanted to be. Nicholas surely reminded me of that.

I spotted him talking with someone near one of the lanes. When I waved at him, he just gave me a quick nod and carried on with his conversation like I was nobody who mattered. He didn’t want me here, and it was painfully obvious. It was still hard to believe that this was us now. I remembered how he would look at me like I was the only girl in the world. Like I was the center of his universe.

Now he acted like I didn’t even exist.

As the night went on, I tried to just ignore how Nicholas was making me feel and focus on having a good time. After bowling, the party moved upstairs to the karaoke section of the lounge. One of Nicole’s bridesmaids had just finished a song when Nicholas headed towards the front. I watched him as he scanned the song selections and chose the one he wanted.

With a bright smile, he picked up the mic. “This is for someone special. She knows who she is.”

Was he talking about me? I suddenly felt nervous.

It didn’t take long to get an answer.

He looked right at me as the instrumental to Bon Jovi’s You Give Love a Bad Name started to play.

My heart immediately sank.

Like most humiliating moments, it felt longer than it actually was. The song seemed to go on and on, like a slow torture, my heart sinking deeper and deeper as Nicholas sang the song to me.

Shot through the heart and you’re to blame…

…you give love a bad name

I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. There was a gleam in his eyes, like he was actually enjoying this. I sat completely mortified, and even more so when it suddenly felt like every pair of eyes in the room were on me. I could’ve sworn that I even heard a few whispers. Then Nicole gave me an apologetic look that somehow made me feel even worse. Sparing myself further embarrassment, I got up to leave.

Standing outside the lounge, I fought back tears. Crying on the New York City streets wasn’t something else I wanted to add to my humiliation. The only thing on my mind now was why did I even come. I had never been more humiliated in my life. How could he do that?

I was reaching for my phone to request an Uber when the door opened and Nicholas walked out.

“So, you were just going to leave?” he asked.

Was he serious? After what he just did?

“Nicholas, please. Just leave me alone,” I said quietly as I walked off. I was embarrassed, emotional, and I couldn’t deal with anything more. I got maybe two steps before his hand closed around my arm.

“No.”

“No?” I shot him a look of incredulity.

“You heard me. No.”

“God, you’re a fucking asshole,” I told him as I reached my limit with the way he was treating me. Did he have to be such a dick?

He scoffed and let go of my arm. “That's a bit rich, coming from you.”

“Say what you will, Nicholas, but I have never done anything intentionally to hurt you. And I never would. That, in there, was fucked up.”

“Let’s not talk about fucked up.” he said, visibly becoming more agitated.

I sighed. “Nic, I’ve tried to apologize so many times. You never wanted to hear it. I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I know I left, but it’s been three years and I just thought—”

“Thought what? Thought that everything was good now?” He interrupted, letting out a humorless laugh.

Silence.

“You know what really kills me…” he said, running a hand over his face. “It’s the fact that after all this time you still don’t get it. How don’t you fucking get it?! It really blows my mind that you don’t get that it was never because you left but how you just blindsided me with a breakup.”

His gaze pierced into mine, his eyes filled with hurt and anger that suddenly broke something inside me.

“All I ever did was love and support you. How could you make a decision for me, for us, without even a conversation with me? You got your acceptance letter and then the next thing I know is you’re telling me we can’t be together anymore. That was just it. You want to talk about fucked up? That was fucked up.”

The more Nicholas released, the more I wanted to break down and cry.

Because he was right.

Because I’d hurt him.

Because I still loved him.

“Two years together and you just fucking ended it. Just like that… like it meant nothing.”

“No, Nic…” I started, the tears that I’d been trying to hold back falling. “It wasn’t just like that and it meant everything. Believe me, it was the hardest thing I ever had to do. I loved you so much. I didn’t want to end things.”

“Yea, but you did. And the way you did it…” He shook his head. “I deserved better.” He made a motioning gesture between us. “We deserved better than that.”

“I’m sorry.” I sobbed. “You’re right. I should’ve done it differently. I wish I did. But even if I had, Nic, tell me how it would've worked?”

“Maybe it wouldn’t have,” he admitted. “But I know I wouldn’t have given up on us without trying.”

“I’m sorry.” I told him again.

“Yea, you’ve said that.”

“And I’ll keep saying it until you believe it.” I reached for his hand. “I never ever meant to hurt you. I’ve spent the last three years still thinking about you.”

I felt a bit of resistance before his hand finally held mine. We stood there for a moment, just looking at each other, the weight of everything we’d said hanging heavy in the air. As I looked into his eyes, I watched him struggle with whatever was going on inside him. Anger? Maybe forgiveness? Did he believe me? I didn’t know, and as much as I wanted to ask, I couldn’t find any words. All I could do was make the most of this moment with him, holding his hand, not wanting to ever let it go.

Then I heard Nicholas release a heavy sigh.

“Why am I doing this…” he said quietly, more to himself than to me.

Before I could ask what he meant, he leaned in and kissed me, taking me by complete surprise. It was a kiss that, for a moment, was soft and almost hesitant, like he wanted to pull away. But when he couldn’t fight it, and when I kissed him back, the kiss became heated, a mixture of shared passion and frustration. I felt his hand move to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. Any thoughts of doubt and hesitation faded as our tongues touched and bodies pressed even closer. For a fleeting moment, it was just Nicholas and I again. No problems. No worries. Just us.

And then it was over. He pulled away slowly, his eyes dazed like mine, like we’d both just woken from a dream that once seemed so close, but now was so far away. Once upon a time, we were deeply in love, living our very own fairytale, and now, I’m not sure what we were—if we’d ever be anything again.

“I gotta get back in there,” he said quietly.

I nodded silently.

Nicholas looked at me, his deep brown eyes reflective, like he wanted to say more, but without another word, he turned and went back inside. My Uber arrived shortly after, and when I got into the car, I sank into the back seat and shut my eyes.

What really just happened?

The next day, I was still thinking about Nicholas and the unexpected kiss. I couldn’t stop it from replaying in my head. I wondered what it meant, if it meant anything. He had been so cold towards me and then… he was kissing me? I couldn’t make sense of it. My mind was racing with questions I had no answers for and thoughts I couldn’t escape.

I had just gotten home from work that evening when my phone chimed. I glanced at the screen, and to my surprise, it was a text from Nicholas. It was five words that stopped me in my tracks and made my heart skip a beat.

I need to see you.

An hour later, he was standing outside my apartment door. I had no idea what to expect after yesterday, but I was certain that I couldn’t handle things going left. I breathed deeply and silently hoped that everything would go right.

I opened the door.

“Hi,” I said, stepping aside to let him in.

“Hi,” he replied, putting his hands in his pockets as we fell into an awkward silence.

“Can I take your jacket?” I offered when the silence went on for a bit too long.

“Oh yea, sure.” He took off his jacket, handing it to me to hang.

“How was the wedding?” I asked as we walked further into my living room. When we were both seated on my couch, I noticed that he sat a bit closer than I would have thought.

“It was really nice,” he said with a smile that warmed my heart. “I’ve never seen my sister happier than she was today.”

I smiled back. “I can’t wait to see pictures. I know it was beautiful.”

Nicholas was quiet for a moment. “Look, I came here to say that I’m sorry for how I acted yesterday.”

“It’s okay.” I said softly.

I didn’t like what happened, but I knew it came from a place of hurt—hurt that I had caused. Maybe he just wanted me to hurt too. But I had already been hurting since that day when I told him we couldn’t be together anymore.

“It’s not okay,” he said. “I could’ve handled it better. I was, in fact, a fucking asshole.”

We both looked at each other after he repeated my words from yesterday and let out a laugh. Sharing a laugh with him felt good. I missed it.

I missed him.

“I don’t want you to hate me, Nic,” I said quietly.

“I don’t hate you,” he admitted. “I’ve tried to. I really did. But I never could. I think I hated that I still loved you. I was angry with you for a long time, and seeing you again brought it all back…”

Nicholas trailed off for a moment, trying to find his next words. It was a short silence before he spoke again.

“I felt angry about the past,” he said, letting out a deep breath. “But then I couldn’t get you out of my head, and all I wanted to do was kiss you. At the wedding today, you were the only thing on my mind. I guess it just hit me that the reason I could never hate you is because…”

The room fell silent again as he looked into my eyes. My heart was racing and my stomach was suddenly in knots as I anticipated what his next words would be—words that I thought I’d never hear him say again.

“…I still love you,” he finally said. “I don’t think I ever stopped.”

My heart nearly stopped beating and it felt like the air had left my lungs. The words echoed through my head, impossible to forget. Oh my God, he said that he still loved me. I almost couldn’t believe it was real. Was it real? Maybe I’d wake up to find it was all a dream. It sure felt like one.

Then it happened again, Nicholas leaned in and he kissed me. Only this time, it wasn’t unexpected. It wasn’t uncertain. It was the kind of kiss that said more than words ever could. It was everything that I had missed, wanted, and never wished to lose again. I could kiss him forever if I had the chance.

Kissing quickly turned into passionate touching, my hands roaming his body—over his arms, his shoulders, his back, the feel of him sending a rush of heat through me. I grabbed the bottom of his shirt, desperate to get closer to him, and he quickly pulled it over his head and tossed it somewhere behind him. My breath hitched at the sight of his smooth skin and hard muscles, the veins in his arms making my mouth water.

“Somebody’s been in the gym,” I smiled, running my hand over his chest and down his abs.

He smiled back, a sexy smile that was appreciative and assured. “Just a little something.”

“Not so little,” I teased, my hand traveling further down, stopping at the waistband of his pants.

Nicholas chuckled softly as he stood up to take off his pants, my eyes following his every move. He reached out to grab my hand, pulling me up from the couch and standing me in front of him. He kissed me again, deep and demanding, as his hands moved to lift my shirt and unhook my bra, both falling to the floor.

The feel of his lips on mine, the taste of kiss, the way his hands explored me—everything about the moment had my body screaming for more. I moaned between kisses, dripping in arousal. I felt his hands slide down my back, and then over my ass, grabbing it firmly, pulling me closer into him. With our bodies pressed together, I could feel him hard and ready. It sent a rush of anticipation through me so intense I nearly shuddered.

“Your room,” he said, his voice rough with want.

I reached for his hand and led the way. We couldn’t get there any faster. I needed this. I needed him.

All of him.

His body covered mine as he pressed me down gently against the bed. He wasted no time kissing me again, hands all over me, like we couldn’t get close enough fast enough. He kissed from my mouth down to my breasts and then further to my stomach. Each kiss and every touch had my body on fire. The years had passed, but the burning passion between us was still there, like a flame, burning intensely and nonstop.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” I whispered.

“I can’t either,” he whispered back, placing a kiss right below my navel, making my stomach clench.

Then his kisses went lower.

He held my gaze as he slowly slid my shorts and panties down. The intense look in his eye made me burn with anticipation.

“You missed me?” he asked, his hands pushing my legs further apart as he lowered his head between them. The feel of his breath against my skin was enough to make me quiver.

God, yes. He had no idea how much I missed him. How much I missed this.

“Tell me how much,” he pressed, kissing along my inner thigh. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

I wanted it so bad I was nearly desperate.

“So fucking bad,” I managed to say through breaths.

His mouth was so teasingly close.

“You know,” he whispered, placing another wet kiss to the inside of my thigh. “I can still remember how you taste.” Another kiss. “How you used to sound.” And then another. “How it would drive me crazy.”

“Nic, please,” I whimpered.

He didn’t make me wait any longer.

The first feel of his tongue sent a rush of pleasure surging through me, making me gasp. His mouth was always amazing, but now it felt even better than I remembered. With my eyes closed, my head fell back against the pillows and a soft, breathy moan escaped me.

“That’s it,” Nicholas groaned, his voice low and rough. “God, I’ve missed that fucking sound.”

I wasn’t going to last long. Not with the way he lapped at my wetness with his tongue, first soft and then with more pressure. Not with how his fingers moved inside me, stroking that sweet spot within. Not with the way he licked and sucked my clit, stimulating every single nerve ending. No, I wasn’t going to last long at all, each lick and each touch bringing me closer and closer.

“Nic,” I gasped. “Fuck,”

I felt it coming. He did too. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place as his lips closed around my clit and sucked in such a way that it made my entire body shudder. I didn’t just see stars, it felt like I was ascending to another dimension. It was beyond any orgasm he’d ever given me before. It was almost too good and I nearly cried in pleasure when his tongue didn’t let up and took me back into the stars.

Oh God.

I lay breathlessly, my body still trembling from the mind-blowing orgasm. I felt him press a soft, loving kiss against my thigh before he came back up and kissed me, his lips glistening with the taste of me on them.

“This is real, right?” I asked softly, a part of me still believing this was all a dream that I was going to wake up from any minute now.

Nicholas grabbed my hand and guided it down to feel him. Full. Hard. Ready. “I promise you it is.” he said just as softly, letting out a low groan as I stroked him gently.

“I’ve missed you so much,” I told him.

And then he slowly pushed into me, our eyes meeting when he was fully inside. One look at him and I knew he felt it too. How perfect this all was. How it wasn’t just sex but our love story continuing.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You feel even better than I remember.”

And so did he. It was amazing, almost overwhelming, the intensity of everything I was feeling. His words, the sounds of his breaths, the way he hit every right spot in every right way, made me feel an emotion so strong it almost brought me to tears.

“I love you,” I whispered, meeting his every stroke with a rock of my hips. “I never stopped.”

We moved together in perfect rhythm. My walls hugged him tightly, pulling him in closer, wanting him to feel just how much I wanted him. How much I loved him. How much this moment meant. Each stroke of his seemed to convey the same thing as he thrust into me again and again, bringing me closer and closer. I was almost there.

A little deeper.

A little harder.

A little more.

And I was crying out his name, the pleasure rushing through me so intensely it left me trembling.

“Oh, my God,” I moaned breathlessly, my arms wrapped tightly around his back, holding him close.

It was at that moment that Nicholas reached his peak and a rough groan ripped from his throat as he filled me completely.

“I love you too,” he said, his body collapsing against mine.

Nothing could’ve felt better.

In the quiet moments that followed, Nicholas held me in his arms. With my head resting on his chest, I listened to the steady beating of his heart. Tonight had been nothing short of perfect, and all I could think of now was how I wanted to make it last forever. Where did we go from here?

As if he could read my thoughts, Nicholas pulled me closer and placed a soft, reassuring kiss to the top of my head. “We’ll figure it out together this time.”

His words melted my heart. Our love story was far from over. It was a new chapter being written.

This was just the first page.

Tagging all the Nic girlies I follow ♡ @oliviaambs @torikitten @anemoiars @iamsebastiansstan @fiftyshadeschavez @chavezwifeyy @nicholaslut @nickchavezs

[haikyu-mp4]

Ice cold – Sakusa x reader wc 1030 – gn!reader hockey player x figure skater au

You always thought ice was cold until you met Sakusa Kiyoomi, one of Tokyo’s up-and-coming stars in figure skating.

In addition to his immense talent, you had never seen anyone more beautiful. It was practically love at first sight. “Good practice?” you asked him cheerily while tightening the locks on your hockey skates.

Sakusa barely turned his head to glance at you, already putting a mask back on that he had left by his neon-coloured jacket on the railing. “Yes.”

“Nice.” You watched him go, mimicking chills as he left before returning to your business. Physically, at least. Your mind was somewhere else…

Even during the post-game dinner about a week later, you kept zoning out while the team laughed and talked louder than anyone else in the diner.

You didn’t even realise you were leaning so hard on your palm that it squished your cheek into a mumble. “Do you think his lips are cold?”

The one who sat beside you looked incredulous, staring at you for a second before answering, then checking to see if anyone else was also concerned. “Whose?”

“Sakusa Kiyomiiiii,” you groaned, finally moving from your position to rest your face on your arms, which you had crossed on the table.

“Right, because he’s suuuch a charmer,” the one across from you drawled sarcastically.

You frowned. “He smells good. He has good posture.”

“And you must’ve taken two too many pucks to the head.”

“Maybe Cupid switched from arrows to pucks. Creative liberty.”

“Did you do something to your hair?”

Sakusa sighed and put his mask on, leaning back a bit when you stood up to look at him closer.

“It looks good,” you added.

“Thank you,” he said, so slow it reminded you of Snape in Harry Potter. He attempted to walk past you while also trying to avoid brushing against your hockey uniform. Don’t know how often they wash those.

“How long have you skated?” you asked, cheeks rounding to accommodate your smile.

“Long.”

Accepting defeat for now, you gave him space to pass. “See you next time!”

“Preferably not.”

“Sa-“

“Can I help you?” he practically barked, making you draw a huge breath and purse your lips.

Silence drew a hard wall between you two, daring you to answer him.

“I just… think you’re cool.”

He blinked once, twice… and then lifted a hand to point at his chest. “Me?”

Gesturing at the lack of other people around him, you nodded with something resembling sympathy.

“You think I’m cool?”

“Hella.”

Sakusa scoffed at your stereotypical lack of proper vocabulary, turning his face away to hide anything that could be mistaken for a blush. He definitely wasn’t charmed by a hockey player. “I have to go,” he announced with no further explanation as to why.

“Oh, okay. See you around.”

If anyone saw Sakusa glancing over his shoulder at you while walking away, they couldn’t prove it.

You and your teammates were warming up once again, skating rounds and barely avoiding each other in passing. That’s when your sixth sense kicked in, and your head whipped around to find Sakusa passing by on his way out.

“Sakusa! Hey! Over here!” you yelled, waving your arms so he’d notice you despite the hockey helmet.

He stopped, silently blinking and trying not to notice all the other skaters watching the interaction.

“See what I can do!” you yelled again, holding out your hands as if telling him to wait before skating to one end of the rink. Kicking off when Sakusa hadn’t moved from his spot, you grinned as you did your best at copying one of the moves you’d seen Sakusa do. It wasn’t a jump, but it sure felt graceful.

Sakusa hoped he looked calm and collected despite not feeling like it. While watching you, he cracked a small smile, then quickly returned to being the fake nonchalanter he was. He gave you a meek thumbs-up as you looked at him for his reaction.

“Good job,” he complimented you before turning and leaving. “Bye, y/n.”

“What a dick,” one of your teammates said with a scowl, bumping into your shoulder to catch your attention. However, you didn’t seem discouraged. Quite the opposite, you looked elated.

“He said my name,” you whispered.

“You don’t like me,” Sakusa’s voice boomed through the hallway where you followed behind him, struggling to keep up with his pace in your hockey gear.

“Yes, I do.”

“No. Stop wasting your time.”

“Please, Sakusa! Give me a chance!” you begged, feeling just as pathetic as you probably looked. “I’ve liked you for so long. You’re an amazing skater and seem like a great person.”

Abruptly, almost making you stumble, Sakusa turned around to face you. “What in the world have I done to make you think I’m so great?”

You gulped, maintaining eye contact lest you lose any courage. “You’re so strong, even though your build doesn’t look like it. Your hair is always styled and even looks good after training. You do extra rounds when the children come around to watch you because you enjoy how they marvel, and you study here at the rink because you like it cold. You smell… incredible, despite favouring a bottle of disinfectant more than the jocks favour a bottle of beer.”

You took a break from rambling to breathe and take in the visible effect your words had on Sakusa. He stood up straighter, lips parting gradually as you went on and pupils dilating, speechless.

“I like everything about you, even when you pretend not to enjoy my poor attempts at figure skating. Please, give me a chance.” Your body slumped a little at finally expressing all these thoughts. “One date, and if we don’t enjoy ourselves, I won’t bother you.”

Sakusa looked at the wall with no purpose but avoiding your pleading eyes. His heart was racing, running laps as if chasing every word you rambled. He couldn’t quite believe someone had noticed all these things about him, and he certainly couldn’t believe someone liked all of them.

“Fine,” he finally answered. You audibly gasped, stars in your eyes. “One date.”

Let me tell you, it wasn’t just one date.

masterlist

/dedicated to @sharkissm for hyping it up<3

[nonotnolan]

Swap Caste

People often ask me if ever resented being born into the Swap Caste, but honestly… when you grow up around it, you just sort of internalize it as a normal part of life. Growing up, I’ve always known that my body is not my own. I’m taking care of this body for its eventual owner. The better I care for this body, the more money I will get in exchange when it is sold. Sure, sometimes I daydream about what it might be like to have been born into the Ruling Caste— who doesn’t daydream about a perfect future? But even at an early age, I knew better than to go down any sort of self-defeating or destructive trains of thought. Nothing would change except for maybe my body depreciating in value. Maybe after someone buys this body, then I’ll have time to be an activist.

I always get a bit hard when I look at myself. Why wouldn’t I? I look damn good, and I know it! Today, though, today is a potential sale, so my nerves are through the roof. I put myself on market last week, and when I got this body appraised it came out to 32.7 million dollars. Far from an all-time record, but the average sale price is only 14.2 million, and this is currently the eight most expensive body on the market right now. It feels good to have all of the hard work I put into this body validated, but every potential sale still makes me question if it was all worth it.

Will they think my face is worth the price? Is it too masculine? Is it too youthful? Will they be scared away by amount of upkeep these muscles would take? Post-exchange investment depreciation is a huge risk for buyers, so a lot of men who are looking to buy a new body intentionally avoid the more expensive options.

Which, that’s the other part of the equation— whoever buys my body will give their body up to me. Society expects people to be close to my age when they buy a new body, but people are starting to wait until their 30s or 40s to buy a new body. How many years of my life am I going to lose? What sort of health conditions am I going to inherit? How many pounds am I going to have to lose in order to get back down to a healthy weight? As a member of the Swap Caste, I don't have any say into the answers to those questions. I'm expected to live the rest of my life in their discarded body regardless of the complications.

Plus, today’s buyer is rumored to be… pretty weird. My buddy Vince, he’s the number twelve body on the market, he told me that there’s a real eccentric businessman going around shopping the market. He started at the most expensive, and apparently he’s working his way down the list in market order. He arranges in-person visits, and then leaves after five minutes. No one knows what he's looking for-- usually people with enough money to afford the best just buy the most expensive body they can. And while all buyers have the opportunity to see the body in person, most people just choose from the portfolio photos they make us take.

My reverie is interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. I open the door to my flat to invite him in. Seeing him standing in the doorway takes my breath away. I'm not surprised to see him wearing clothing that costs more than my monthly stipend, but am I surprised to see that his skin is well cared for. Usually people in his Caste don't bother to take care of themselves because they know they'll be buying a new body once they enter adulthood. I wasn't expecting him to be so young or so handsome, and I certainly wasn't expecting him to be physically fit.

"Sorry, where are my manners?" I say, realizing with a jolt that I've just been staring slack-jawed at the man. "My name is Ashton. Please, come on in. Let me know what I can do to help you see the merchandise in action."

He smirks at me, and my heart flutters a bit. I hope he likes what he sees. "Charmed," he says, following me inside. "You can call me Kamil. I'll start by feeling up your muscles, if you don't mind." He starts to pace around me, drinking in every aspect of my physique as he occasionally runs his fingers down my back or across my nipples.

The sexual tension is unreal. Will it bother him if he notices that I'm a gay man? We're not required to disclose it-- sexuality is in the mind, not the body. Besides, no one in the Swap Caste has sex before the sale. Keeping your body's virginity intact for the buyer is the easiest $100,000 you'll ever make. Or, I thought it was, until the most attractive buyer I've ever seen decided to see my wares in person. God, imagine if I got to claim that ass while showing Kamil how impressive his new cock would be. Shit, I was sprouting a raging hard-on in front of this guy! "I see you are interested in my muscles! Please, let me show them off for you," I blurt out, hoping to distract attention from the tent in my sweatpants.

He smiles at me. "There's no need for that. Believe me, I already like what I see. But before we proceed with the sale, I want to explain what else I'm looking for out of this arrangement. It's... why I wanted to meet with you in person. I would be paying extra to put a 10 year rider onto the contract. Officially, you will be employed as my personal trainer so that I can keep my new purchase in top condition. Unofficially... I would take you as my lover."

I can hardly believe what I'm hearing. "I... your lover? But I'm just part of the lowly Swap Caste!" At any moment, I'm expecting someone to burst through the doors and tell me this is a prank. "You're one of the highest tiers of Business Caste, our kind doesn't... this sort of thing just isn't done!"

"Well, that's true," he says, placing his hand on my shoulder. "I'm supposed to marry a woman from a comparable Caste and have 1-3 children to carry on my social standing. The thing is, I'm a gay man. So if I'm going to defy social norms just by existing, I may as well go all-in on defying cultural expectations. I'm not just looking for a new body, I'm looking for another gay man to call my own. We can look into harem arrangements if you don't want to have a relationship with me, but... well, that's my offer."

My heart is hammering in my chest, and I'm pretty sure my cock is starting to leak through the grey sweatpants that I'm wearing. Everything about his shopping behavior makes sense now that I know his secret. I can't blame the other guys for turning him down-- maybe he didn't even make them an offer if he could tell they were straight-- but this offer is beyond my wildest dreams. "I accept. I'll do it, yes. A thousand times yes!"

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"Good morning, love. If you're here to make sure I squeeze in my morning workout, I'll do it after I finish steaming my clothes for the week. I have to make sure I'm looking good for my man." I couldn't help but roll my eyes as he smiled at me. I had never even heard of a clothes press before he purchased my body, but he insisted that it produced better results than an iron. Personally, the only difference I noticed was the cost of the two items, but I was finding that to be true with a lot of the home appliances he took for granted. It took me three weeks to figure out how to use his all-in-one barista monstrosity just to make a simple cup of coffee, and it tasted the same to me.

I still couldn't believe this was my new life. Just being hired as residential staff to someone in the Business Caste was an incredible opportunity for someone in my place. The fact that Kamil treated me as an equal? It was an unthinkable decision, and even some of the activist circles we were in thought it was a step too far. It was the scandal of the neighborhood, and we relished every moment of that notoriety.

"Don't think I'm letting you get off easy this morning," I said, crossing my arms. "Today is Saturday, you're doing a full length workout. You already skipped last Wednesday for a work meeting. If you start falling out of the habit, it's going to be a bitch to start up again."

Kamil let out a dramatic sigh. "If I had known you were going to be such a ruthless personal trainer, I would have hired someone else. You know Robert only has to work out three times a week?"

I couldn't help but laugh at that one. "Your friend Robert, the guy with 20 pounds of beer gut that he's trying to pass off as a dad bod? The one who I thought hadn't purchased his Caste Body yet? Yeah, I think his results speak for themselves."

"Harsh, but fair," he said, laughing with me. "How about we make a deal?" Kamil stepped close to me, rubbing his hand along the hem of my bathrobe. "I'll do a full length workout, but we start the morning off with some bedroom cardio." He squeezed my ass for emphasis before retreating to our bedroom. He didn't even turn around to see if I was following him. I was, of course-- I had an intimate knowledge of just exactly how much his body was packing, and he knew all of the tricks that would make my body feel good.

People still ask me if I resent being born into the Swap Caste, knowing what I now know about all of the pleasures and luxuries available to the higher classes. I just smile and shake my head no. It's what lead me to my Kamil, and I wouldn't change it for the world.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Ryuji sighs, putting his head in his hands, "Because you and Rin aren't full demons." He tells Yukio. "I haven't met this Ink person that Rin keeps talking about. But the more he talks about her, the more I get worried. Like how do I know that she isn't working for Satan or worse the Illuminati to get to him? She might manipulate him!"

"......."

"Besides that, I hate sorcerers. One of their own went rouge. Remember the Parade of a Hundred Demons by that curse user?! A handful of my dad's friends died fighting those damn curses that attacked Kyoto. I couldn't forgive sorcerers because they didn't do enough to help out!" He growls.

"Ryuji-"

"A freaking jujutsu terrorist attack on freaking Christmas Eve, sensei!" Ryuji said. "Could you believe that! It's like they forgot it's their own mess to begin with. Those guys are freaking dangerous and we have to clean their mess up!" Ryuji growls, crossing his arms. "So sorry if I have my doubts if they're dating demons now or hell...I wouldn't be surprised if they have demons in their ranks!"

"So you think just because were not fully blooded demons, Ink and Jinx are evil at heart wanting to cause harm because their full blooded demons? Just like the other demons?""

"Yes!...."

"........." Yukio sighed hearing this but he did remember the report when reading it. So many passed that night yet, he couldn't blame all demons since not most of them were like that.

"...I know demons are no good. Not even sorcerers can be. Their just trying to trick us to believing they are good! What if the-"

"Enough Ryuji!" Yukio said yet the other was quiet.

"Listen, I know and remember that report. We all do. I know you haven't met Ink or Jinx or others but again, not all demons are like that. Ink is not like that. True she's a headstrong type of girl but her heart is not evil."

"..And it's because you met her!?" Ryuji said.

"..Yes..but she cares about Rin. Think about it, if she was really evil, she would have used him instead. But no, she don't. She loves him. Deeply. Just like from what I heard Yuji loves Jinx who is close to Ink as a demon too....."

"......" Ryuji's arms were crossed looking down but Yukio shook his head.

"The fighting between us was long done Ryuji. We have to learn to be as one as a team. I know you hate this and I can tell from that anger you acted harshly that someone got badly hurt. Would you be alright if something happened to everyone else? What of the sorcerers? What if we were dealing with something only they know more than us?" he asked.

------ Exorcists' Dormitory - Boys Side -----

"No no, it's alright Miwa. He's just being dumb and not thinking...I don't get why he has to be so angry about this..it's not right." Rin muttered.

"But yeah, it was. Now, I'm hoping we can find a way to say sorry to them. Even to Hana for what that idiot did. I'm sure in a while he has to calm down then maybe we can get some words through him." Rin said.

------- Sorcerers' Dormitory -- Girls Side -------

"Yuria is right. That fight was a long long time ago. It don't involve with things today. Others have learned to move on from that...but not everyone." Maki had her arms crossed yet Nobara was quiet still.

"Even so like Yuria also said, it was still uncalled for. He hurt Hana! All because he had some stupid attitude because of something. What if he really did more harm. What if he..." Nobara didn't want to say it, seeing Miko grip her hoodie not wanting to think of someone killing Hana.

"....Even so...I'm hoping he finds a way to say sorry for this....or make up for it. We are all here to work together..not become enemies. Even if he sees demons as that right now. It might not be safe at the moment to tell him about Taz. Does he know she's a demon?" Maki asked.

"..I don't know..but we won't if he don't. We are not going to let him try anything to harm someone like that again." Yuria said with Maki and Miwa agreeing with her.

------ Sorcerers' Dormitory -- Boys' Side -------

"Wait..the blue what?" Yuji asked yet Megumi didn't know

"It's something long ago that happened. Everyone or some has heard of that story. Given something happened and it involved Rin's father." Kamo said with arms crossed. "I heard Rin hates talking about it but he knew it happened even so.."

".....Seems like it." Yuji said worried. "Does it involve something with his dad or something?"

"Yeah, it does. Given that night was a night many never would forget. The people, some being killed, etc. It was not a good night...the only good one was when Rin and Yukio was born...." he said seeing the others silent.

~~~~~Sorcerer's Dormitory~~~~~~

Yuji, Megumi, Panda, and Toge said nothing but they were silent not happy with what Ryuji did. He did something that was uncalled for. Even when he insulted Yuji's and Rin's girlfriends just because they were demons. It wasn't right.

They didn't even blame Rioto for being pissed off, he should be!

"Kisho's right. Even if what he did was uncalled for, we shouldn't be angry about it right now. I know things are a bit heated after what he did but we still are trying to work together with them. Ryuji just don't see that right now." Megumi sighed looking at the ground yet he was worried about Hana as well. The girls were in their own dormitories but mostly worried about Hana too.

"But he's also right about this. We just need to calm down..." Yuji said with arms crossed still. He was worried about his friends and her. He was even close to almost beating Ryuji himself since he could have hurt everyone else. Including Taz too.

"So what will happen to him?" Panda asked.

"..I heard he might be heavily punished for this. Even with attacking another student. Though, they also might call this a intermission till things cool down." Yuji said even seeing Toge nod.

"Salmon.." he mutters quietly.

"I just worry for the girls too knowing their worried as well...." Yuji mutters. Kamo also agrees with him too at this.

~~~~~With the girls~~~~~~

"I can't believe that asshole! How dare he do that! He really hurt Hana today or worse! He could have killed someone!" Nobara was not happy seeing the girls in the room being quiet. Yuria was worried about Miko who was holding Anaconda and Dennis however, she was still worried.

"Easy Nobara. Getting angry won't solve anything." Miwa said with Maki agreeing hoping to calm her girlfriend down.

"She's right Nobara. All we can do is wait for Mi-sun to heal her and she'll be alright again. "she said.

"..Tch..I rather smash that bullies head in!" Nobara said even if she was calming down. However, she saw Maki sitting by Taz to insure she was alright.

------ Exorcists' Dormitory ----

"D..do you think Hana is going to be okay? Those burns looked really bad.." Shiemi mutters worried about her new friend yet she only looks at the window.

"I'm sure she will be alright....I heard this Mi-sun doctor is treating her right now....but still....that dummy over pushed it. He didn't have to insult the others, Rin and Yuji's girlfriends, and almost caused harm to everyone else." Izumo said with arms crossed.

"..Yeah but still...." she said. "I heard Yukio sensei is not happy with him right now..given a lecture to him.." she mutters.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Their was shouting in a room but it did show a very angry Yukio along with Ryuji who was trying to argue back.

"Look! I didn't mean to misfire the fire ball sir! I just got-"

"NO! You got angry and attacked someone Ryuji! We are trying to work with the sorcerers not try to cause another war between them! I understand you hate demons but did you forget that Rin is also a demon himself!?" he said.

"..I didn't forget that! I learned to understand him and you sir but they...the two of them are dating other demons! It took me a while to get used to that even if he shouldn't be dating a demon monster!"

"..*Sighs* Ryuji. Ink and her friends are not what you think. Not everyone is like that! Most of them are friend and is willing to work together to make things right. YOU! You crossed the line with endangering someone, injuring one of the students, insulting two people that was not called for, and even trying to start fights! What is your problem!?"

"NOTHING IS WRONG! I JUST GOT ANGRY THAT WE LOST TO..TO SORCERERS! WE CAN DO BETTER THAN THIS!"

"You don't understand. Do you realize we could get sued by the sorcerers school! You hurt one of their students just because you can't control your temper! I told you time and time again your temper will get you into trouble and it did! Even insulting Ink and Jinx."

"Wait..that's their names!?"

"*Sighs* Yes. Ink and Jinx are not evil people or evil demons as you keep saying. Their two ladies I've met when I was on a mission in NYC resulting in something else. Their not what you think they are. I know that was very insulting of what you said about them which leads to another issue here Ryuji-"

"But their just demons!"

"So is Rin and you accepted that didn't you!?"

"Well, yeah of course!"

"So what's different about them!?" Yukio said slamming his hands on the table looking to Ryuji.

"........"

[cyucya]

Psychoanalyzing your Sonadow's perspectives on SC, because that recent post got my gears spinning.

Shadow first cause I have a more solid idea on him. I don’t think he ever wanted to be a parent. He doesn't hate kids, but he doesn't like them either. Whether SC was planned or not, his birth likely pushed Shadow into convincing himself, "Okay, I'm the ultimate lifeform, I should have progeny to continue my legacy." Then SC was powerless, and Shadow took that personally. On a logical level, he doesn't blame SC for being the way he is, and knows the kid deserves to be treated right. But every time he sees SC he is just overwhelmed with frustration and disappointment, because that's his kid, his genetics. The Ultimate Lifeform shouldn't have been able to produce something so weak, and the fact he did is an attack against his pride. So that, (plus his ever growing frustration towards Sonic,) leaves him taking that out on SC. "Why can't my kid just be better already? I'm meant to be perfect!"

For Sonic, I think the idea of being a parent was a fun novelty for him. He raised Tails, he loved hanging out with Cream on their adventures, having his own kid was gonna be so fun! He married Shadow because he loved the way Shadow could keep up with him in a way no one else could, and now he could have his own kid who can do the same? He'd take the lil guy on so many adventures once he's old enough! Then SC turned out to be powerless, and it shattered those dreams. Now he has to face the fact that parenting isn't some fun activity, and has actual responsibilities. If someone were to ask, he'd say he loves SC dearly, and truly believe that. But what he wants is to be the cool hero for his kid to look up to and be inspired by, without having to stick around long enough to deal with the chore of actually raising a kid who can only slow him down.

I'm a big fan of this one! Love it so much, thanks for sharing 💞

[artisiumstudios]

Holy shit this is so beautifully written

LIKE-

YES?!

Holy-

It’s like you read my mind.

Stanley calling ford dad definitely throws him for a loop because this is his BABY TWIN BROTHER calling him DAD. It’s such a big realization for ford to think how much the dynamic between Stan and ford is going to change. Now instead of Stan acting as ford’s protector, companion, best friend, and brother it’s ford who has to be the protector; the caregiver and the responsible adult in Stan’s life. He to raise his brother and hope he does a good job because he can’t imagine putting this Stan throw filbricks teachings. Not again.

Not after he already lost his brother once because of where those teachings lead them.

And to be honest, he actually enjoys taking care of Stanley. He enjoys seeing his baby (because sure Stan is still his brother but that’s also his baby now, that’s his son) growing up and discovering his interests, his personality, and just the world around him.

It makes Ford reflect back to his childhood and seeing how even in a different environment with a different upbringing Stan still seems to love the sea, still loves marine life, and still dreams of sailing one day. Except the difference is that unlike before it isn’t to escape a home or society, it’s to explore with his dad. (And if that doesn’t bring ford to tears I don’t know what does). Not to mention it makes Ford come to the understanding that while maybe their father had (semi) good intentions, the way he acted as a father was abusive. It makes him basically have to sneak into the library (he’s banned) just to read through every parenting book possible, it makes him suck up his misogyny (you can’t tell me he wasn’t even a little bit) and join their parenting group filled with women just to be the best father figure for Stan.

And yes he planned on telling Stan his origins, his purpose, how do you tell your son that? How do you tell him that the only reason he’s even here is because this universe’s version of him is dead because their father kicked him out and he ended up suffocating in the trunk of a car? How do you tell him that you lead your brother on because you were scared of his reaction about not wanting to sail the world with him? How do you tell him that the reason he was kicked out was because he broke your science project? How do you tell him that not once after being kicked out did you try to reach out, because you were angry and because you were scared?

How do you tell him that he’s meant to save the world and that you fear that you’re going to lose him again?

Ford can’t. He can’t do it no matter how many times his mind supplies that it’s the right thing to do and that Stanley deserves to know.

All he can do is be the parent his brother deserved to have. One that doesn’t link love with monetary value. One that isn’t afraid of affection and can hug, kiss, and be gentle with their child. One who can discipline without raising a hand, and one who listens and tries to be better everyday for their son.

And it works out, because now Stanley has a diagnosis (I love audhd Stan) and ford can adequately handle Stan’s behavior and learning process without their fathers ideals (Stanley was never stupid or a knucklehead, he was just wired differently). He knows how to help Stan with homework and he can speak with his teachers to get him the best education possible. He never once belittles Stan’s interests, but rather lets him indulge and even makes sure that Stan has everything he could possibly want (another flaw in his parenting style) but he can’t help it. Not when he sees Stan’s face light up every time they head to the beach for summer vacation, not when he pays to have a swim session with the sharks that costs a pretty penny (something else Filbrick would never do, especially if they hadn’t earned that penny), not when Stan filled sketchbooks upon sketchbooks of anomalies because he wants to mimic his dad.

Not when he knows their time is limited.

But that mixed with his overprotectiveness definitely causes a bit of conflict with Stan’s want for adventure and independence. (And if he sneaks out every once in a while, we’ll thank the gods Ford is a deep sleeper)

Stanley has an important role in the grand scheme of things, specifically saving the universe. His role is so crucial that if anything were to happen to him it could lead to not only the destruction of his universe, but also lead the destruction of others. So what would happen if Ford had lost Stanley somewhere during the ten years they spent apart, only for Ford to be met face to face with the time police and what appears to be 2 years old Stanley.

His ears feel muffled as he’s handed the toddler.

Death by asphyxiation

Trunk of the car

Far too late

Paradox

The child’s timeline was already gone

The fate of the universe

His hands

The baby coos in his arms babbling as he grabs Ford’s pinky.

[0viraptoraskblog]

How will the btd and tpof characters react when their victim is a beastkin like Ren? Especially, I want to know how Ren will react and how he will treat them. Im also curious about other characters, too :0

Ooh I’ve thought about this! I’m glad someone asked it ^^

Let’s just go down the line:

Rire- I think Rire would be intrigued with a beastkin. He finds humans entertaining to some extent, or at least he hopes to find the entertaining ones, but they tend to be mostly the same. That can get boring after a while. A beastkin would be something new to shake it up a bit. You behave differently, look differently, and are just.. new. He finds that exciting. He might test the limits of your body; he knows how humans work, but how are you different?

Sano- Sano would be very interested in a beastkin. I think he’d be eager to study your anatomy (oh god I want to write something like that now) and see how you differ from humans. After all, he’s inhuman too, and it’s rare to get to experiment with another species. He’d be more careful to keep you alive, since you’re unique. He wants to know everything about you. I think he might be more inclined to make you into a doll if you were a beastkin, especially something cute like a bunny. There’s just something so special and innocent about you, in his eyes. You’d be the first animal-like one in his collection, and he’d make sure you were perfect, with handmade outfits to accommodate your tail and lots of care.

Akira- Akira is canonically an animal lover, and talks about how snakes aren’t really bad, they’re just misunderstood. That’s a nod to himself as a naga, but I think he’d think that about any hybrid species like a beastkin too. He’d be welcoming of the differences and would love learning about you. When he’s not angry, Akira can actually be a pretty nice guy. If you were on his bad side though, I don’t think it would change his behavior much. It’d only give him more to do- maybe declaw you along with your teeth? Who knows.

Strade- I mean, we already know ;) he likes people for their reactions and behavior, but he does find the beastkin aspect interesting/cute. Plus, you might have different behaviors due to your animal traits! I think he may also try to get you and Ren to play his ‘games’ together, since you’re both beastkin. He wants you guys to be friends! And he totally won’t use it against you later. Totally.

Ren- Ren would adore another beastkin, for multiple reasons. The main one, he finally has someone like him! You understand what he is and what it’s like to be a beastkin. He feels more understood and almost ‘welcome’ with you, if that makes sense. He’s not afraid of being judged or seen as a strange creature, like some people might think. He’s also happy to have someone who shares animal traits! You both have different instincts and body languages than humans, it’s something to connect over. As stated by gato, Ren also has a bit of a fetish for those with animal parts (ears and tail and such). It’s probably an instinct thing, it makes sense that a beastkin would be attracted to another beastkin, right? And someone who also goes through a heat/rut cycle? Oh, he’s infatuated. And he knows all your sensitive spots (like the ears for example) because he has them too :] On a darker path, Ren would still enjoy treating you like a pet and taking the role of master. Although, since he makes the human MC eat from a dog bowl in BTD2, I don’t think his behavior would change much with you being a beastkin. Unlike some of the other characters I write about here, I don’t think he’d make fun of you for that because he’s a beastkin himself. He can still be cruel, but you being part animal doesn’t make that worse. You’re still his pet regardless, just one that’s more similar to him.

Lawrence- I think Lawrence would be extremely interested. He’s cut apart many humans, looked at their organs, their bone structure. He’s done the same with animals. But this? A combination of the two? That’s new. He wants to touch you, cut you open, see how your body is different. Do you have a tail? How does it differ from your spine? Do you have claws? Animal ears? Animal eyes? He’s fascinated. You’d make a beautiful piece of art, but.. part of him might want to keep you around. He’s always been misunderstood by people, and seen as ‘less than human’. Maybe you understand what it’s like..?

Vincent- Loves it! He’s inhuman himself, and finding someone else with animal traits makes him feel understood. It’s nice to have someone who shares that with him instead of viewing him as a monster. He’d be more likely to add you to the pack, too.

Farz- Farz would like a beastkin, or possibly be indifferent. I mean, he already has a werewolf boyfriend, and loves animals, so I think he’d like it. Plus, it separates you from being ‘just another person’, and might help him soften up towards you a little. However, he loves birds, and it’s stated that he hates cats since they kill birds. If you’re a cat beastkin, things might be.. tense for a while. Sleep with one eye open.

Cain- I think he’d be fond of a beastkin. It sparks his interest— you’re different, you have a secret. He can probably sense something is off about you when you first meet, even though you’re hiding your ears/animal traits. The worst thing you can be to Cain is boring, but you aren’t. He wants to know more. I think once he brings you home, he’d be more inclined to keep you just because of how different you are. He treats you more or less the same, although he may be a bit degrading in relation to you being part animal.

Derek- oh boy. He loves it, but he shows that in constant degradation. He treats you like a dog, even more than he would with a normal human (regardless of what animal you are). You’ll stay in a dog crate, wear a collar (if you’re allowed to wear anything at all), maybe a muzzle, etc. Anything he can do to humiliate you. And he’d kick that cage until you start cowering from him the moment he walks in the door. He also likes the idea of having a beastkin because it’s rare and unique, kind of like a personal status thing that he owns one, but that’s overshadowed by the sick joy he gets from treating you like an animal. He’d pick on you for it, constantly talking about how you’re nothing better than a dog. Even after you’ve been with him a while, and maybe earn some more privileges, he seems like the guy to shove you off the bed suddenly because “pets sleep on the floor.” He’d do that with a human too, but he’s extra mean about it with you, always making sure to point out the fact that he’s above you on a species level. Abusive and dehumanizing.

Celia- She would find that especially interesting. Her goal is to bring out a more pet-like behavior in her captive (especially involving Stockholm syndrome), hence her nickname for you. In her eyes, not only is having a beastkin more rare and almost a luxury, but the animal aspects make you a bigger candidate for those traits. It means you can be trained easier, just like an animal. You’re also more likely to lie down at her feet like one. I think she’d have you on a leash in no time.

Mason- Mason upgraded to hunting humans because he wanted something new from animals. He wanted a bigger challenge (hunting a predator is better than prey. A ‘the most dangerous game’ mentality). A beastkin though? That’s something he’s never done. Maybe it’s a step back towards animals, but he doesn’t think of it that way— he sees it as a human’s ability to strategize and fight with an animals instincts. He’d definitely pay top dollar for a chance to hunt one, at least once.

Fox- Similar to Ren, but much more controlling. Human or beastkin, he still sees you as a pet. I think you being a beastkin only makes the ‘treating you like an animal’ aspect more realistic (collars, etc) but in all honestly, he’d do those things with a regular human too. That’s the main difference from young Ren, is that now he’s alright dehumanizing you a bit despite the fact that he’s beastkin too. He doesn’t enjoy having another beastkin around though. You understand and share aspects of him that humans don’t. You might even end up sharing a heat/rut schedule, because of hormones changing due to the close proximity. He’ll always favor you a bit in comparison to the humans he works with.